Drinking Problems and Gay Bar, Part 1

I need to cut down on drinking, just a little bit. Or maybe not drinking, but the circumstances which provide the impetus to drink. Like going out to bars- I realized why I drink a lot. Despite the fact that bars are for drinking, I had a moment of self-discovery today that clarified the situation for me. In public, I'm uncomfortable. The nagging horniness of unwanted celibacy and other things, they make me feel uncomfortable. So to cure that I drink. If the place sucks and the people are boring and they think I'm boring too, I'll drink. I just can't be in public anymore. I don't drink in my room, usually I read or fuck around on mma websites and noodle guitar.

Last night I got kicked out of a gay bar. I don't feel like it was deserved. I had this mini bottle of tequila I bought in California on the last tour. I never drank it there, and since then I carried it with me all the time. I was waiting for the right time to drink it, a really special time. Everything had to be perfect. I decided that time was right last night. We went to this thing called Hillel, a jewish party where you could get free alcohol. I'm still not sure why they serve alcohol, being a religious organization, but fuck it, one more thing I like about jews.

Then we went to their bar tab at a bar called Peckerheads. Astoundingly, that was not the gay bar. It was lame. I talked infrequently to a nice girl. She moved on to some guy with a weird, pristine goatee. I'm positive he was ugly. Made me feel great. Naturally, I was wasted when we left that shit stain. The two other guys wanted to hit a gay club. I thought, why not. Maybe I'll get hit on there and it will improve my self-confidence.