Drinking my pain away

Damn near got fired today. It's a long story but I needed a drink or two, hell maybe three. So I strolled into this little club y'all know by now I'm crazy over milk chocolate and I needed a fix.

Didn't have much money for the $10 dances so I mainly stage tipped as I killed shot after shot after shot after shot of Tequila in hopes I could forget the pressure of losing my employment. I mean I will go homeless if I do. At best I got one month of expenses saved up.

The bartender was like a therapist and treated me with much kindness. I maid damn sure I tipped her well when I cleaned up my Tab.