July 15th, 2014
I went camping over the weekend with a crew of people I haven’t hung out with in a while. It’s tough to hang out when there’s usually drinking involved. I said they could bring beer on the trip but I had to have me some O’Doul’s. It helped a lot, and I even forgot sometimes I wasn’t drinking real beer, except it tastes like Rolling Rock and I never drank Rolling Rock unless it was someone else’s beer that they offered to me. I like lagers and stouts. Also, the lack of a buzz stood out to me as well. When alcohol goes through your blood you feel it. You don’t get that sensation from any non-alcoholic beverage.
Anyway, John, Jay, Danika, Jeff, Morgan, Ayla, and even Randy was there, though he fucking hates me. But we tolerated each other and co-existed without any problems. Pete had…
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