Mo money, mo problems

Well, it has been a long long time since I last posted upon this blog. So, I'll get straight to the point. Stifle your laughs...this new post isn't funny. It's deadly serious. Seriously...stop laughing.
I said laughing needs to stop.
ok I'll wait
good

The other day I'm just walkin around...in this videogame...just walkin...just having a stroll...lookin at crates...lookin at the scenery-when I realize, hey, there's a lot of russian vodka lying around and...what's that? It doesn't belong to anyone? Well...one drop couldn't hurt...if it helps with the chronic arthritus right? I take a little sip...one more...a few more...I grab a nearby bottle of champaign...and then I realize...the screen is blurry...I can't see my health bar...I can't find my new objective...
I am
an alcoholic
in a way

I can't help myself...anytime I see a new bottle (in Bioshock) I have to drink
and drink I do
maybe it's because I miss my family that doesn't exist (OOOPS -PLOT POINT)

or maybe it's the whales