liquor smellin' like breath

is that how you spell breath or is it breathe? well either way that swig of whiskey in the morning after a night of whiskey sure helped my nerves as i went off to my business meeting to pick up the lease for the store I'm opening. i wake up take a shot and head down to Polo's for a cig and some morning bowls. we walked to 3609 1st street and i waved at Doña Marta from across the street. we arrive to our new space (Jesse said it's gonna be like the store in milk) to get the lease and go through it with the land lady. this whole time i can't really believe for one that someone would approve me for a damn lease! (have you seen my cedit score?) well as we're going through the motions I'm pretty composed and put together, but hey the lady knew i was drunk/hungover cause i probably smelled like a brewery. It's not not too bad though, when people have low expectations of you the gate is a little easier to jump over and once you're in, well boy you'd better stay in. At least Doña Marta knows a little of what she's getting into and who she's renting to, so that won't be a surprise. we walked home, the shoppe is just a stones throw away anyhow! smoked some celebratory bowls and i stumbled back home and fell asleep. After i woke up and sobered up yes i still was a small business owner, correction entrepreneur.
well, a drunk one but one none the less.

So...I drink again.

well the 60 days of sobriety, correction 61 days of sobriety have been done and done. nowadays i find myself in situations where i'm able to drink. i have a new perspective on alcoholic consumption. i lost alot of weight, the pain in the gulliver is gone and i didn't have them nights you seem to forget. i drink now and have had my drunk nights, i woke up painted red face looking like the fellas at wounded knee, woke up in the backseat of a car in sylmar with the door open, hangovers and of course the good old blues that come with the whiskey, despite having my ragers already with in 2 days (and will probably run into some more down the line.) i think i'm doing a little better of course i can't get back to the 5 year pace of drinking i had but maybe it's time to change my habits. one thing habits get made in 15-21 days, during the 61 days i was a habitual pot smoker, i was habitually smoking that mutha fucken krypto-chronic-kush, habitually. (right shtieven, habitually.) so now i tend to smoke more than i drink. good or bad thing? we'll find out as the days go on so far it's a tight race. alex said the heavy 5 years of drink have been flushed out but now it's my choice to bring back old belly or maybe try something new, we'll see how this bobby does. things i don't miss about drinking: stomach pains and that fucking depression that likes to creep up in there. it's only been 12 days since i was dry and now that i'm all wet, i'll let you read about it.
through this blog you'll be able to read the weeks stories whether they be one sentence or a 900 word ramble stay tuned fuck twitter i don't even have a cell phone well i mean i have a phone i use my fathers but he doesn't have a smart phone. is that questioning my fathers intelect? and if it does question his intelect then in turn it'll reflect mine. in other words i fuck up alot i mean i fuck up alot. i'm working on it so we'll see how it goes.
booze used to be the best part, let's see if it still is.

in less than twelve hours

It's not that i want to Drink, i just want the Choice to drink.