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~ Alcohol is classified as a depressant.

Here's how that works: every week at the Marquee Club, drunken women throw themselves at me and sit on my lap and tell me they think I'm cute.

And sometimes I see these same women on the sidewalk in the harsh light of afternoon sobriety, and they walk right past without acknowledging me.

And that makes me depressed.

~ It's like there are two completely different people in one body--one brazen, one embarrassed (or possibly indifferent). I don't understand it, because I'm not like that. I strive for consistency.

Actually I've gotten used to it by now. But it's made me cynical and I never trust anything a strange woman says when she's loaded.

Hot women are brazen when they're sober. The rest of you are amateurs.