When you are young your body cannot handle alcohol, and when you get old your mind cannot handle it. Either way, alcohol has its way.

If I only drink beer, nothing stronger, then by the end of the night I can generally recognize myself as a reasonable human being, and more importantly, wake up that way.

When weed whispers, "eat something", into your alcoholic brain, know that you were just saved by a plant.

As far as going crazy goes, I am checked into a mental asylum every time I drink, fortunately that mental asylum is run by me

SpongeThat is the plight of the writerPlied with alcoholIn the name of the dreamSqueezed and broken Almost to deathUntil a few dropsOf geniusBleed

I cannot trust my other side, my drunken side, to act in my best interests anymore.

The thing about alcohol, though non-drinkers, non-alcoholics and reformed alcoholics may falsely dispute this, is that each day, or night on booze, is a different journey, the destination being a mystery, but quite possibly the final one.

People spend half of their free time drinking alcohol and the other half watching totally sober people on television. And they want to be those people, live those lives. Ever wondered why we rarely see a person actually drinking alcohol on television? It’s because they would come across embarrassing sad-assed losers. They just wouldn't be entertaining. They would think they were.