Through the Ages: The Inseparable Bond of Alcohol and Remorseful Mornings
Delving into the depths of regret and the unforgiving aftermath that alcohol creates
For as Long as there has been alcohol, there have been wild nights followed by regretful mornings.
The kind of regret that grips your soul and makes you question every decision you made while under the influence.
Let’s be honest, we’ve all been there. Waking up with a pounding headache and a profound sense of impending doom.
What the F*CK did I do last night?
With every wild night there’s a morning of regret that follows. Most “normal” drinkers quickly forget there regretful actions. Yet, for the drunks among us, those regrets can haunt us for years to come.
Mine still haunts me to this day.
It all began with a seemingly straightforward plan. We’d go to a house, drink some beers, and impress a few girls. We primed ourselves by pre-drinking as we mapped out the evening’s escapades. The beers vanished like a magician’s trick. But sadly, in our drunken state we failed to make a plan appear. The clock was ticking, and party time was inching closer.
