Those of you outside of Pony General might not know this, but I confess that recently, I have been somewhat enamoured with alcoholic beverages. I thought I swore off alcohol for good back when I was 19 and did some crazy shit while drunk, but I had some whiskey at a friend’s birthday party a few weeks ago, and since then it’s been a losing battle. I mean, I still try to fight it, but I often can’t resist just having one sip. And then another. And a few more. Can’t hurt, can it?
The next thing you know, I’m attempting to get to Narnia by clawing my way through hung up clothes, erupting in random bouts of philosophical, and mostly nonsensical ponderings on the mysteries of life, and vainly attempting to fly by flailing my limbs around with a blatant disregard for the people around me.
So yeah, when I’m drunk, I pretty much act the way I normally do, except without a hint of self inhibition. Which is the only thing holding me back from doing the more crazier things that float around in the back of my mind.