At the red mark is where my trip used to begin. At this point I'm enjoying the sweet citric taste of the wine, things are fine it tastes nice
When I would reach the magenta point I would start to get introspective and contemplative about the universe and my place in it. I'm getting tipsy here...
By the time I got to the purple mark I would be working on a PhD in Philosophy. At this point I would began to really get deep...
And when I would reach my destination at the blue stop I would have my arm around the toilet giving back to nature. And once I gave till I couldn't give no more the dry heaves would start and I wasn't having fun at this point. No by the time I would get to blue was a time when I really needed a friend
I used to start my ride at around 8-9PM and be done at around 12AM-1AM or so. That was caaarrrrrraaaazzzyyy! I probably should have taken it easy and maybe started at around 5PM and finished at 2AM. What can I say, I was young and naive. I never want to start drinking again! I just shake my head and chuckle when I look at this bottle of this beautiful reddish, cheap wine with the gorgeous label. Ahhhh fond memories. And that's where they'll stay...
Choo Choo, baby!
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