Got way more enthusiasm for being a better man and changing my world yet tomorrow will be second guessing, recriminations, apologies, excuse-mes, shit
I’m a way better man when I’m drunk.
I can fuck whores with no regret whatsoever. I could strangle some thing whom I hate with no trouble. I would justify it.
But I’d wake up in a fright and shocked at what I’d done, and sneak back into the shell I became, and be something sober and regretful and weak.
I’m a much, much, MUCH, better man when I’m drunk.