Becoming an alcoholic was a slow & gradual process.

I should have seen it coming between the extensive history of it in my family & my irresponsible liquor habits in college.

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 my friends drank almost an entire fourth of vodka in a single evening & he nearly died from alcohol poisoning when the two 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 red flags hitting myself and others directly in the face. While I’m still an alcoholic, I am aware of my drinking problems at this age & have at the actually 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 beach house with public conveyation. Sadly, my number one bar was closed this weekend to get repairs on their steam boiler. I noticed it was a bit colder than official there the last time I visited, although 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 splitting down & losing the ability to heat the building. Hopefully the bar will have its heating method repairs finished within the next afternoon so I can visit on Monday evening. It’s hard to be deprived of a repair or product that you’ve become accustomed to expecting on a afternoon to afternoon basis. But how can you blame them if it’s Winter & they need their heating method toiling?

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