My Apology

I have ceased being a good drunk (there is such a thing). I might have
pissed some people off last night. I am sorry. It was the alcohol, and
yeah, partially my subconscious, but you know, sober, I would have had
the decency to be a hypocrite and kept my thoughts to myself. Really.
So the next time, before you hand me that shot of whiskey or brandy or
bourbon for that matter (I have issues with the hard liquors only; I am
mostly fine with beer, thank God), please be warned. I am a nasty
drunk. I speak my mind—my other mind, that is. The rude one. The
tactless one. Yeah, I still speak truth, but this mind cannot tell if
people around within hearing distance do not mind the unsolicited
information. You can say I have become split. Hyde and Jekyll. You can
call me crazy, I’ll accept that, so long as I’ll be forgiven. Man, I’m
really guilty almost beyond redeeming (oh God, please let it not be
so). Yeah, I am being overly dramatic, but I really can’t take it out
my system that I might have caused somebody to feel bad. Again, I’m
sorry. I’ll be stronger on the reins next time. Please let there be a
next time. I, honestly, am not that evil (to the disappointment of
some). Much love and blessings, all.