Tomorrow is the bachelor party. I don’t understand my anxiety about the beach. I’m struggling to understand where it came from.

     I wasn’t like this in high school. There was hardly a thing that freaked me out. Maybe it was Mardi Gras. I went in college. It changed my perspective on Man.

     I drank some whiskey tonight. Enough to get drunk. It’s not something I normally do. It has to do with the beach. It has everything to do with the beach. I made turkey roll-ups for dinner- turkey and cheese, no bread. I’m out of my mind. I’m irrational.

     When I came home from work, I told myself a small glass of whiskey with ice would be a treat- something to take off the edge. Calm my nerves. I turned...

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