Apfelwine. My father used to make it, and I got drunk on it once. Not blackout hammered, just drunk.
Never again.
The next day was me lying in bed, feeling like I got my ass kicked my a meth’d up horse. Every breath sent a railroad spike deeper into my frontal lobe. Fuck that, never again.
Apfelwine. My father used to make it, and I got drunk on it once. Not blackout hammered, just drunk.
Never again.
The next day was me lying in bed, feeling like I got my ass kicked my a meth’d up horse. Every breath sent a railroad spike deeper into my frontal lobe. Fuck that, never again.