Much to my dismay, I did not inherit the alcoholic gene. I am the cheapest drunk known to man. Two glasses of wine, and I will pass out like the dead…make it 3, and I have borderline alcohol poisoning.
My fellow Dums got it. They can drink me under the table. A typical night with them usually ends in one (or both) of them screaming that I am a giant vagina.
But then along came Adderall. It is the miracle drug for leveling the playing field between drinkers and pretenders. Bring on the Paloozas! I am ready.