>> Change your ambience.
Drinking song.
Two shots down and I'm exalted.
So I have the choice, do I give out the passion of the day to whiskey arts and crafts
and lose tomorrow to the shakes and nausea?
Or do I be a joiner with the bourgeoisie and cool it, feed, do labor and make sleep?
Oh, how I envy my iron-gut youth, when I could drink
and talk all night and get to work next morning.
Work the day and come home to a woman saying honey.