Drink Me

Mixing one-part Ambition with two-parts Anxiety makes one doozy of a cocktail… one I’m always gulping it down like a fool.

The concoction is caustic… burning its way down the spine with a hiss and a bone-jarring “POP!”.

It’s sneaky… letting Ambition numb the tongue only so Anxiety can cut it out.

And intoxicating… leaving one heck of a hangover to all nuts who imbibe.

I imbibe regularly.

I wonder if that means I’m drunk on dreams? I’d like to think so.

Until tomorrow…


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