This is literally the stupidest comic I have ever made and I’m not even sorry
Drinking whiskey with my mom and brother is one of my all time favorite things. I think I’m cool with my 20 dollar bourbon then my mom pulls out a single malt and I’m put in my place. Spring break.
I am drunk, and I am very content with this level of inebriation. That scares me a little bit. I think I’ve found the first step into alcoholism. That moment when you are quite drunk and entirely content with it. The feeling that feeling this way for several years would be just fine. I get it. I get why people drink their lives away. It is simply a slow drowning. Ounce by ounce. Shot by shot.