My days used to be spent pretty much like this. I'm not exaggerating in the least. Except instead of Chivas Regal, my poison was Maker's Mark. And punctuate some of the night writing with staying out playing competitive pool games.

I also used to eat my first meal a little closer to waking up than he did. The fact that he smoked grass before eating was absolutely necessary on top of all that coke, but that combination always gave me intense paranoia, so I just made sure I had something in my stomach before my first line of the day. If not, I wouldn't eat. But I'd still drink heavily the rest of the day while doing more cocaine. I'm sometimes surprised my heart didn't explode through my chest.