Hello Ian(Halloween)

OK its halloween night and there are no sweets in the house-time to bail. I spent all week trying to think of a costume and the scariest thing I could come upp with is a young PD called ‘Lou Cypher’. He’s the CEO of ‘The Devil Himself Inc.’. He wears odd socks-thats about as wild as it gets. Well, it was either that or going as Blanka from Street Fighter 2(Go on the SNES!).
I think I might go print out some A4 contracts and spend the night buying peoples souls. Also I plan to stay sober and upright(don’t snicker, I’m really gonna try this time)
Basically, over the last while I’ve noticed some very strange things happening. Every time I go on a ‘mad one’(800 cans+)(yes, I am such a big man)(High 5)(awesome)(too many brackets, I’m gonna start this sentence again). Every time I go on a ‘mad one’ I wake up hungover as usual and crawl into bed at the end of day-thats when the bad thing happens. Turn off the lights and the room fills up with goblins axe-murderers and, oddly, strippers. Its bonkers hallucinationville without any chemical assistance and it is downright scary. I finally got fed up enough to look up the cause of my mentalness on the ol’interweb. Turns out its as a result of ‘alcohol withdrawel’-poxy or what?
I’m gonna take a clean month after the Oireachtas, this weekend, and then its back to happy hardcore. Tonights a tester, if I can’t have fun without alcohol tonight then the prohibition is in effect immediately. If I am having fun, then I’ll reward myself with some whishkah-a sort of ‘congradulations; you’re not an alco’ type thing

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You know when you get home and straight to bed at the very respectable hour of 4:30, only to wake up at 11 and realise that you are in fact still drunk, that operation sober sally didn’t quite work out. In fact, you could probably say that it was a complete and utter failure, a spectacular failure even.
At least I wasn’t the worst there. I was scoring this girl and she just, well, fell asleep. It was possibly the most awkward twenty seconds of my life as I said aloud ‘are you? no it couldn’t be….ah for fucks sake!’ That one hurt the ego just a little, saw her half an hour later and she was fine-hammered but fine
I’m going dry as of Monday, regardless of what happens in between and I expect everyone to be very dissappointed in me if it doesn’t work out.
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