Fam you right. You right as hell. It kinda started with me being a sociable alocoholic, Like all my nikkas that I grew up with was club goers, lady killers etc...I've always been a chill cat, non of that shyt really was my thing. I like chicks but I hated the club scene. But they always wanted a nikka to go out, so I'd get drunk go out and when I was drunk, It was like I had magic or something. Talk to fine ass chicks, I wouldn't even approach sober, had some great times. had fun, "had a life" But that shyt is fake. shyt is like an alcohol fueled dream sequence. It's like being a whole nother person. But the way I've been looking at i recently is like I got a beer gut. I ain't never been a athlete or nothing but I damn sure didn't have a beer gut. I've fukked around and pissed so many chicks off. Snapping on they ass for little to any reason. And I mean like long time friends and lovers. Blood pressure high as fukk. Threw up and shyt blood. but that bottle a bytch. When its good its great. When its bad, it's all bad.