I just remembered something. A buried trauma, from my actual lowest point n my life…not all this acting, method acting, to… the reasom is either obvious at this point or there’s no amount of words that could ever explain this öDD concept 2 Ü…
Anyways, my actual lowest point, before…or I guess around when I started writing…
It was when I was at OSU; i was a legit alcoholic. I would go hang out in buildings my classes were held in, though never, or rarely, ever attended class. The only reason I went through that routine was because my parents could track my phone, so to keep up the charade of being the future family retirement fund, I pretend that I’m still pursuing a dead dream…
Anyways, in between classes, I would either go to a bar within walking distance of my classes. I forget the name at the moment, though, I could find that place in my sleep with how automatic it was to get a Tom Collins there…
If not the bar, since bars tend to be expensive, especially for a daily day-drinker, I would go to a gas station & get a cheap, high %alcohol. Typically something like a Mike’s Hard Lemonade, though that’s also when I actually would unironically drink 4 Locos…
There was a particular BP i would often visit; i loved that Dutchess store similar to how I live my Sheetz one…
I’m still a big fan of their ready to eat subs they have right at the front.
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