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What is Alcohol?

What is alcohol?

A high school student would describe it as a very grown-up drink, a lick of courage, a bottle of beer the ticket to the party, the admission to a grown-up way of living.
For a college student- a lifestyle. Everyone forgets about ping-pong when there's vodka pong and pass-out pong. A casual chat with friends accompanied by a glass of poison makes the chat so much more interesting and honest. A slice of stale bread in the fridge feels claustrophobic with all the everclear bottles around it (and then the students complain that they have no money at all).
For an adult it's a windshield wiper for memories, an escape into a feeling of nothingness, or un-feeling (which is, subjectively, the worst feeling of all). Traffic jams and bossy bosses and market losses, one deserves a drink after all this!
For an old man it's the reason he's rolling around on a thin mattress at the hospital, his insides churning with black acid, and liquor is no longer a casino game, a party, now he has poker chips inside his liver.

What is alcohol?

Water
Ethyl alcohol
Grains
Maybe a bit of defeat, self-destruction

Why would anyone strap a bomb to their foot? Why would anyone fill the holes in their life with a manmade fluid? (It rushes right through the holes like a waterfall)

Because alcohol makes a new menu for you. It makes you say...

"Here take my heart, here it is on a silver plate; and what would you like as a starter? Soup? Cesar salad? Sober thoughts? With a side of mashed potatoes, or, what do I recommend? Well, I recommend a piece of my soul, it tastes delightful with a lot of pepper, take it take it please, I want to forget about it. Oh, yes, for dessert you can have my body, yes, mhm, no no chocolate left but I can substitute it with caramel."

What is alcohol?

A poisonous menu.

Comments

  1. I like your style of writing. It really brings me into your story. I must say though, my body can't take alcohol at all. Good to know what it does at least by your description. I don't think I will ever get to experience those things. Am I missing out?

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  2. Thanks :) Haha, after reading that, do you really want to try alcohol? People in my.family have died because of it, it is an actual poison! You're not missing out on anything except bad hangovers and dangerous.situations. Whats the point of living life if you don't remember half of it? Life is better sober :) stay strong <3 -Olga

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