CHEAP WINE

I am drunk. Je ne sais pas. Obrigado. I am in the depths of depression, but I don't give a shit. It has been a good day. I took my son to his swimming lessons after school.

While he stretched his lithe body, I completed the "B" section of law terms in the legal dictionary. I'm becoming a paralegal when I decide to retire from the BISD. I will have access to bankruptcies and divorces that will divert my three readers on the blog.

Like I said, I am drunk. I've been drinking since I was five-years-old when I would retrieve a cold one from the fridge for my dad. I didn't start drinking with my mother until I was in college and we would watch PASSWORD together.

The good wine is finished. The cheap wine is going down easily. I'm becoming a wino. I'm discovering that I can drink beaucoup vin and awake the following morning feeling fine. I have enough prescribed medicine that I won't have to endure an hangover if I have one. 

I have nothing more to say. I want to listen to Brazilian music, finish the cheap wine and sleep for six hours. I'm talkin' shit, yet I don't know shit.

Ciao.