An evening in the life of ....

Anyone who has a moral dilemma over alcohol, DUI and tobacco may stop reading this post or shove a salad up their arse.

A typical evening in the lives of me and my buddies is pretty much get drunk, eat, play some counter-strike and hit the sack. Its the kind of wasteful existence that a person can get used to and he does.

The Car-o-Bar has become such an intrinsic part of our lives. As my friend aptly put it ... "We dont drive drunk .. we just drink while driving ... there's a difference". Me sir am just happy enough to agree with him.

Open up the cold ones and do the honours.

We drive around for half and hour , the cold ones on our laps .... slowly sipping down one after another ... until our senses are partially numb and the music in the car just cant get any louder. Open the door and slide the empty beer bottles below the car, oh so stealthily!

The walk from the car to the restaurant is probably the only time that there is a sprint of happiness in our steps.

There is nothing more gastronomical than a succulent grilled chicken after a cold brew. The aftermath is a satisfied human and a devastated bird. Food for the gods indeed.

And then the sweet gods of tobacco call you, as though it were aphrodite herself seducing you to eternal damnation.

Then the pink floyd song plays in the background.

"Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. you're gonna go far,
You're gonna fly high, Youre never gonna die,
Youre gonna make it if you try;
Theyre gonna love you."

We are the mindless hippies of this generation.
Coz for now i dont care... Im living my life... wasteful as it may seem... Shocking to the mormon... Pleasing to the devil.

Im the all drinking, all eating, crap of the world.