I write the weirdest shit when I drink.  Sometimes I save it in drafts then find the embarrassing evidence days later, like earrings or underwear you don't remember taking off.  Just before alcohol rolls me into a drooling retching ball it woos my leaning weight to the computer where tipsy fingers stumble around, hitting the backspace every other stroke.  Some writers can't write unless they've had "a little", like it's both a truth and creativity serum.  Maybe I feel more…