Start with straight shots, then pop bottles.

Basically, it's a bit difficult to interview someone whose dead. Or someone alive and famous. So why not just interview someone whose both? Dead and famous? Cobain seems a bit difficult to interview. So what am I to do? Don't really know. I could riff with the alcohol portion of my project and interview Jack Daniels or Mr. Jim Beam. But again, seems a bit unrealistic. So interviewing any individuals of these calibers, is clearly out of the question. So I decided to perhaps to take what I knew, and my own experiences, and do an introspective interview. Perhaps this can be seen as a completely idiotic proposal, but the two "qualifying" characteristics of what would have made a prospective interviewee candidate so appealing are both part of what I know about myself. I like to write; love it actually. It's one of the easiest ways I have come across to express myself. And drinking...well, i'm a freshman taking 18 hours, along with a pledgeship. I do believe that aspect to be self explanatory. My cup isn't merely filled with tonic. However, on to the content and point of this anecdote. I decided to look at this from a perspective apart from the one I had chosen to use for my paper. Instead of the unbiased perspective I had established in my essay, I instead took what was indeed my critical position. Many authors write perfectly good works completely sober, but those who do so while under such a heavy influence of alcohol that essentially permeates their lives, have clearly understood something the rest of us, have failed to see. Those in the 70s all thought that their art, whether it be in text or art, would clearly be exponentially better if they first took back a few tabs of Lucy. But critically, how much of that was ACTUALLY better? Most likely, not so much. But with social writing, it's completely different. Writers that make commentaries through their writing are forced to deal with the realism and cruel morality of our societies every time their pen touches the paper they have begun to compose their textual sonatas upon. They need something to pull them out of that reality while they aren't writing. And what, from the beginning of history, has done more to remove people from that reality, than alcohol?