I’ve been feeling like a real degenerate lately. Like far more than usual. You know when you have those moments, like those “what the fuck am I doing with my life moments?” Well I had a pretty solid one around 4am this morning when I was gambling on Japanese soccer games.
Just as I was hitting ‘confirm bet’ I looked around my room. Beer cans and bottles on every surface imaginable. Bottles of scotch scattered about. Some with mouthfuls left in it, some empty for weeks. Some random cigarettes- and I don’t even smoke. A Two and A Half Men poster on my ceiling. And I thought to myself, “Is this how a thirty year old is supposed to live?”
My cold streak is over, I got hot last night, winning four of my six drunken bets. And just like that, all my thoughts of “what the fuck am I doing with my life?” left my mind and I went right back into celebration mode. And by celebration mode I mean I slept for three hours, woke up, grabbed champagne, went to my friends house and drank what I call Presidentials. It’s a mimosa with vodka in it. It’s a pretty great way to kick any hangover.
Being able to gamble right on your phone at four in the morning, what a time to be alive.