Started work at a liquor store tonight. I knew it before but after tonight I hate alcohol. I still might try some of the stout beers, ipas and hard

Teas, I don’t have a desire to try anything else. All the memories of barfing the nights of drinking and the hangovers culminated in my mind to make me feel nauseous during the shift, if it wasn’t the loose leaf tobacco. I remember a time when Captain Morgan rum would make me dry heave at just a whiff from the bottle. There was a lot to take in, but trying to make ends meet was the motivator to taking the job.