While drinking, I decided I was going to be an alcoholic writing painter. When I start drinking (around 2 p.m.) I'm going to mix my whiskey in my oil paints. Then when I get plastered, I'm going to set my paintings on fire and the liquor will ash them all to smithereen-made dust. I'll shed a booze and inspiration saturated tear, and drink to my painting, of course. Then, when I awake, the Jack and paint will numb the pain of my drunk doings. There goes another painting.
A vicious cycle.
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