It's like you can't walk out the front door of your SF flat on a fine, frolicky Bay to Breakers Sunday and not see a dozen wasted, festering kids weep...
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If I ever piss my pants because I'm too drunk, I would rather pass out in a dark, dank alley with rats eating my new nylons than go to another bar. This got me thinking about drinking, alcohol in general and how people act while under the influence.
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