Sheet - Shit.

So a friend I was catching a beer with on Saturday was telling me that he was off of whiskey for a while, since he had a bad experience with Jack Daniels where he ended up vomiting in bed and then taking his sheets to the bathtub and running water over them since he associates water with cleanness and all things fresh, but the tub actually backed up and all he got was this big, kind of murky tub that smelled equally like bile and Jack Daniels, since your stomach never really does digest whiskey. He said he ended up throwing the sheets out, which would have been highly symbolic since what got him drinking was this great one night stand on those very sheets that would have been fantastic except for the girl not telling him that it was just for once, which made him go on a spiral of drinking and depression that culminated in him vomiting on the sheets he fucked her on, only it wasn't that symbolic since he's been depressed since then anyways... He was telling me that in an ideal world his depression would have gone the way of the sheets at the time that he disposed them.

On another note, I hear the hot new drug is to shit in a jar, let it ferment, and then you go huff off of the jar with the aid of a plastic bag. It's cheap, and it supposedly really fucks you up.