You realize shit done got real when you have to hang onto the sink to steady yourself just to take a piss, mustering up all your skills and best aim to hit the Goddamn toilet, and then failing.
But one sailors on… and fires again
Kinda like artillery: one over, one under.
One, just right!
Now, FIRE for Effect!
“Houston, We have a problem.”
Yeah, no shit!
Yeah, booze is killing me!