So here it is, after 20 years hitting the bottle, I've quit. I saw a pattern arising. Jobs lost, girlfriends lost, disconnected with my family. Years running in Asia. I've had enough. Four days in now. Feeling eerie, like the walls are closing in, like I've lost a true friend. Oh. Anybody out there ever went cold turkey? I wouldn't exactly say I was an alcoholic, never had the DTs, but a psychological dependence, yea, for sure. And I don't want to desert Buk just because I have quit, he was so much more than that. But to be honest, this evening, it's about 11PM in China, I daren't read him, and yet ... Man.
Drink makes its tolerable; drink makes it impossible - a wiseman once said. Fuck.
Drink makes its tolerable; drink makes it impossible - a wiseman once said. Fuck.