The first post is always the hardest to make. You step into a new identity, all fresh and shiny and clean. You want to put your best foot forward and show the world your game face, but inside, you're scared shitless and crying like a damned ninny.
Or maybe that's just me.
In an effort to calm your nerves, you down the last of your drink and bang the empty glass on the bar. You stagger on over to that increasingly attractive humanoid life form and work your magic. Moments later, you're making it in the last stall of a smoke-filled bathroom, wondering briefly how you've managed so far without spewing your drunkenness all over your life-partner-for-the-night. Either that, or you've got some fruity, colored drink soaking slowly through your shirt.
What was I saying, again? Oh, right.
Well, that wasn't so difficult after all. So, how 'bout I buy you a drink?
