Day 7’s power trip.

A week ago, I poured a guest at the bar the wrong scotch  and it was a $60 price difference. I ate it, paid the money out of pocket, then decided at that moment, I needed a break from alcohol. It was in the same night I also realized that I am my only regulator, I choose to endure (if any) consequence, I have no one to answer to, and despite the freedom of independence, this is a very empty experience for me. At the end of each day, who really gives a fuck? I can be the worst, I can be unbearable, I can be cruel, I can be evil. Who suffers? No order, no rules, no boundaries. Fortunate to everyone, I have general sense of needing to do better.

Until I don’t want to anymore.