Alcohol swiches off your prefrontal cortex, a few drinks, whatever, we can still talk, but being legless drunk leaves me handling a Neanderthal.
Being drunk switches off the best parts of your brain and leaves the fool to run your life, to run your mouth. If you really love me, I need to hear the sober part of you speak truth.
Being drunk is such a cop out. By all means enjoy a glass of something nice and have a laugh, but all this inebriation is cowardly. You checked out when we needed you to check in.
Being drunk is the fools anaesthetic. It puts the primitive self in command when it is the worst captain of all.
Being drunk robbed us of our dreams. We could have followed our passions, became so much more. All we did was rot our brains, addicted to this poison.
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