it's fun.
I can't climb with beer in me though. hell.
I can't walk with beer in me.
(, Sun 24 May 2009, 4:34, archived)
With beer in me, worries of the big hard ground fade away and I feel like I can pull on the tiniest of holds. Sadly things like balance, co-ordination and the ability to see these tiny holds vanish.
It's alcohol's ancient curse: the feeling of being superhuman while barely functioning at the level of a retarded toddler.
(, Sun 24 May 2009, 4:38, archived)