I rarely drink anymore, I mean a couple of beers with dad once in a long while, but he's stopped drinking at all. I do have an annual tradition, where Christmas is that magical time of year where I pretty much make a 26 of Jack dissapear.
The bottom line is that if I start drinking out of mental health reasons I don't stop. When I lost my job earlier this year, I was pretty well drunk for the first two days and started having leaving Las Vegas fantasies, I also remember feeling a lot of self resentment for some reason. (professional hint, don't start doing job applications when you're drinking)
I also learned in about my mid 30's that I really had no tolerance for it, I wasn't the legendary drinker from my 20's. And I'm an absolutely miserable drunk, and my instinctual hatred of all things people bubbles to the surface. I also used to really like to fight when I drank for some reason, maybe because it hurt less.
I used to go through 3 phrases at the bar as described by friends. Stage one, the light buzz, I'm smiling and laughing, and I might initiate conversation. Stage two, I get really quiet and withdraw from the conversation (usually I decide at that point to call it a night, because for some reason I start not liking the people I'm around). Stage 3, if my friends convince me to stick around and have a few more, then at some point all hell is going to break loose. (knowing you have a problem and admitting that your a jacka$$ is the first step to anything)
so yeah, I try to maybe keep to about a dozen beers a year, and one night of pounding a bottle if I'm by myself at Christmas or new years.
Drugs, I can't say I had a relation. I smoked week a few times, there was that way over the top intro to cocaine 101 when I lived in Texas and got invited to a party. But I never really liked weed and its effects on me, it certainly didn't make me all mellow. I felt that all the nerves in my body were scraped raw. Cocaine was too amazing so I made a decision to stay the F away from it. Oh by the way smoking a lot of weed for me and going to an Ozzy Osborne concert, not a good thing.
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