Hello,

My name is Synthetic Friday, and I have a drinking problem. While there is nothing funny about addiction, overindulgence can be downright hysterical. For years now I, along with my band of rowdy cohorts, have been finding my way into situations that most people can only dream... nay, have nightmares of. So I figure it is time some of this nonsense got chronicled.

It's unfortunate that this journey into the world of literary record should occur so late in such a blistering streak of misadventures. At a time when I am actively trying to fight back against my rampant alcoholism and pare back both the frequency and sheer volume of my intake. Because of this, when my life gets dull, I will relate to you adventures of the past.

But I promise you this: The essays you read on this site will be true and accurate to the best of my ability.

 
I'm not one for penning tales of fantasy, but instead interested in showing those who come after me the pitfalls of real life drunken debauchery. As you will see, the line between good times and epic failures is razor thin. Hopefully you will learn from some of our mistakes, and when you in turn make your own mistakes, there will be less fallout to weather.

Thanks for reading,

Synthetic Friday