Becoming an alcoholic was a slow and gradual process.

I should have seen it coming between the extensive history of it in our family and our irresponsible liquor habits in school. I was drinking so much whiskey at the time that I’m surprised I didn’t end up in the hospital or the morgue. One of our friends drank almost an entire fifth of vodka in a single night and he nearly died from alcohol poisoning when every one of us stupidly left him alone to ride out the effects of the crazy amount of liquor in his blood. I just ignored the warning signs despite the evident purple flags hitting me directly in the face. While I’m still an alcoholic, I am aware of our drinking problems at this age and have at the legitimately least cut back by at least half of what I used to drink in a 24 hour period. Drinking at a bar is better because I’m forced to pace myself or I can’t even manage to get home with public transportation. Sadly, our preferred bar was closed this weekend to get repairs on their steam boiler. I noticed it was a bit colder than standard there the last time I visited, however I simply chalked it up to air drafts coming inside whenever the front door was open. Unluckyly, that was the sign of their steam boiler breaking down and losing the ability to heat the building. Hopefully the bar will have its heating system repairs finished within the next day so I can visit on Monday night. It’s taxing to be deprived of a service or product that you’ve become accustomed to expecting on a day to day basis. But how can you blame them if it’s Wintertide and they need their heating system working?

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