Back in my more lost days I’d have a few Jack&Cokes and go to the grocery store. The drinking was for other social reasons, but in the midst of my buzz I’d remember there was no food at home and something hadta be done. It was usually after midnight, so I’d hafta go to King Soopers, which at the time was open 24 hours.
When I went to the supermarket sober I’d second guess myself out of everything. I’d see it all causing fat or irritable bowel syndrome or out-of-money. Even the potatoes, even the toilet paper, even the novels of Dean Koontz. But going in drunk I magically forgot all that and got whatever the hell I wanted…
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