Looking Back to My Tequila Adventure with Barry

I'm now looking down to a deep pit, where I just found myself lately. Been wanting for that spirit in a bottle to drown me in my most needful moments. It finally showed its head to me last Saturday.
I couldn't say I didn't enjoy every emotion that ran through my neurons down to the tiniest veins of my bloodstreams. I had one hell of a drinking session, one that had me drunk all my fears of people. Yep, I finally put an end to that thought that I can please all people, by being the goody-two-shoes that others would want me to be. I just am not that at all. I've always been so attached to my reality, one that I almost always curtail brought by the demands of the workplace, etiquette, norms, and social responsibility, the other side of myself. I had to free it to regain what I lost, a restoraton of a reservoir of fervor and zeal.
So it was when I was about to lose my normal self did I find the real me, the angst-ridden, unfulfilled adult with an adolescent heart. Barry Hibionada's tequila led me to that depth of myself which I had never been, and that brought me to familiarity with the guy. While sipping that crystal-clear liquor, memories and scenes way back whirled around me in a tapestry of emotions played up by alcohol. I yearned for someone who would be with me until I bare all, and I realized it's good to be free in someone's company, especially when one feels belonging, and being a part of, even when things are as muddled as my thoughts were.
Right on the sand particles that I played with my toes, and the beat from the blasting speakers, I dreamt of myself and my inner desires, and it was way beyond the bottle's spirit or the music's erotic beat; it was greater than myself, greater than anything else that happened that night, it's love, the genuine thing from somebody who's real, full, and strong, whoever, wherever, but now. That feeling of wanting and being wanted, that in every thing I do, it leads me to a greater feat, of creating greatness in another's heart. That bottle led me back on solid ground; it made me fight for my truth, the bare-all reality of my battles alone. Barry had his way when he asked for a drinking spree, but I aced him in everything else.