Things happen in life that culminate in clarity. My uncle died a few weeks ago. They say it was heroin. He was 58 years old. A glorious bastard. I loved him. So much that I promised myself I would never become him. I've never been a big drinker, but I think it's time to embrace some healthier habits. Time to embrace the rush of sobriety.
bookcouple:
That's really good... good luck