Confessions of a former people-pleaser

I got home from the Iron Bear—it’s a bar—about an hour ago. I’m a little drunk and can’t sleep. I’d be fucking off on twitter but I don’t have twitter. And social media generally sucks now anyway. So I poured myself a old grand dad—it’s a whiskey. It’s a really good whiskey. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t need it getting popular and the prices going up.

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