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June 16, 2002
Here I sit, whiskey and coke in my hand (yeah, that's right, I'm a wimp, I water it down), wondering what part of my personality will come out tonight. One drink and I could be cool, calm and laidback or I could be simmering, a pot ready to boil over. Two drinks and I could reveal secrets not meant to be revealed and this is true for both cases. Three drinks and I could be the friendliest cat in the joint, rubbing up against everyone or I could wander, separating myself from the crowd., allowing no one to come close.