1:34 AM
It’s true. I’ve run out of liquor. I’m so depressed. I don’t know what to do. Life without alcohol is no life at all. Maybe I’ll commit suicide. I feel like killing someone, too. Time to sleep. Think about it later.
11:36 PM
I’m so happy. SO HAPPY. My neighbor brought me to a “Speakeasy”. The speakeasy is this private alcohol-serving club that’s right around the block in the basement of some person’s house. It was odd at first. I was so depressed, I didn’t even notice Benny knock on the door and talk to the eye that appeared behind the hole on the door. He said a password, I heard, “Joe sent me,” and we entered. I caught the whiff of Russian vodka. It smelled delicious. I passed over one or two guys on the floor, dead or drunk, I couldn’t tell, and went straight to the bartender. It was the best night of my life.There was loud music playing, and I met a woman who smoked! That's right, SMOKED. She was also drinking. Quite the beauty, she was. Her name was Louise, and she had bright red lips. She taught me how to dance the Charleston. It was an amazing night. I'm going to go back tomorrow, for sure.
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