I'm only 22. We really should be able to get completely smashed, then be up at 8am feeling like we're on top of the world. Instead I end up sleeping, hugging the toilet and being the moodiest bastard ever to walk the earth
“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”
I'm still 19, so i'm at the peak of my drinking. I enjoy hangover's, only time you can lay on the couch all day, eat some junk food and enjoy movies while thinking it's the only thing you want in the whole world.