I’m not the man I used to be. I’m better
No response, Sep 07, 2004I wake up sometimes and want nothing else but to die to avoid the day-after pains after a long night of drinking. A 25-year old man shouldn’t feel like this. I should be vibrant, filled with energy to conquer the day. A long day of working. Working for the man, and loving it. So I train. I train to be better at drinking until late, and getting up early. “Drink more,” says Carver, yet my liver begs me to stop. And so I begin my new training program of drinking and staying up late to try and regain the morning energy I once had. Stem cell research is my only savior in 20 years. I ain’t got it right now doctor, but I’ll put something on it. A new life with a new liver. I’m depressed.