I guess I only decided to give up drugs and alcohol when it was too late and really terrible, awful things had happened and I put myself in the most compromised and unsavory situations. Some people think that’s fun, and maybe it is for a year, or two, or five.
But when you start fucking ruining your relationships with everyone you love, it’s no longer fun.
I endorse a healthy drink or a healthy drug, and I’m completely against prohibition laws. I think everything should be legal. Human beings should have the right to do whatever they want and not be controlled by their government.
But if you can’t handle having a drink or two, then don’t. I cannot. I tried the test every night for 15 years. I know how it ends with me.
when i was a raging alcoholic i had this terrible habit of saying i wanted to put things i liked up my butt. see a nice flower? “id put that in my ass” just got your paycheck? “goin in the butt” i’m so glad i’ve moved on except for those moments where i see a picture of a bar of soap and internally go “id put that up my butt”