The Journal of Zachariah Switch

I Like to Drink.

I don't have a drinking problem. I don't care what people say. So I like to drink? So what? I prefer to be drunk. What's wrong with that? I don't have any responsibilities. Dad made it clear a long time ago that I'm not smart enough to run the company while mom  only asks that I don't knock anyone up. What am I supposed to be doing with my time? Should I be more like my cousins and spend my days volunteering in the Sixth Temple? Please! I may not do much, but I'm pretty sure that that is more of a waste of time than hanging out with my friends or sleeping. I'm not going to feel guilty because my family is well off. I'm going to enjoy myself and that includes drinking.





What was that anyway; all of them showing up at once to tell me that I party too much? I swear, it's got to be jealousy. I've always been way better at having fun than anyone in my family or my friends. Sure, occasionally I'll do or say something stupid when I'm drunk. Who doesn't? Everyone just needs to get over themselves.