[CaptainCrunch]

I slowed down pretty hard in my mid to late 30's, it was getting pretty out of control, and frankly I was the stereotypical mean drunk. It doesn't take too many crushed faces and black eyes to realize that its time to slow down or stop.

I also learned that as you get older hangovers go from hours to days. I used to be good at the rally, I'd go out on Friday, get hammered, sleep til about 1, eat some grease and be good to go on Saturday and then on Sunday have casual drink days. I can't imagine that happening nowdays.

Also the stories that you told in the old days about drunk exploits. When you hit a certain age, those exploits go from sounding heroic to sounding just stupid.

I mean now even with all of the stuff and pain that I go through, I rarely drink, I think in the last year I've had a half a dozen beers and maybe a bottle of wine or two.

The funny thing with alcohol is its basically a poison and your body will literally shout at your brain that its time to quit. Dry out or whatever.