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I am an apprentice of alcohol. My choices are controlled by alcohol. My family makes alcohol. I am more or less commanded by the stuff.  Dad told me that beer does come out my veins; it's in my blood. Last time I checked, last week in fact, it was most definitely not beer. But hey, lies like that won't destroy the world. The backroom's my domain; y'see, people just aren't my thing. I don't like them, and because of that, they won't like me. It's not like I haven't tried, but Tequila is just a lot better than me, or anyone else for that matter. Everclear's and Brandy's arguments seem to me like two birds fighting over a single worm. Utterly needless. To see the better son? Petulance.  No need for that. And I always seem to be breaking them up. Now that may be because I barely speak to get in arguments, a stammer does that y'know, or that I feel like the peacekeeper, but I am.

AND now to the dilemma in my head. Women aren't just me. And I don't even know what my parents will think. And the major thing; Moonshine. He's the one I'm starting to love. Crazy, isn't it? I'm now seeing a childhood friend as an attraction. He's open, as he's announced multiple times, to all advances. I'm yet to tell him how I see him. And my parents are the final hurdle. Will they understand. Oh, my breaks over. I'm going to make, you actually won't believe this, liquor! And make it better than Everclear and Tequila together. Anyway, till next time Diary.