Farewell, Fair Grape

I'm giving up alcohol on Wednesday. That being the first of February. I don't know how long that will be for, but it will be for at least the foreseeable future. Why? Because I want to. That should be the *only* reason anyone gives up anything, unless doctors tell you you have months to live if you don't.

No, I'm just giving it up to give it up. No one's pressuring me. It's not causing me any particular grief at the moment. I just don't feel like drinking any more. Maybe for a year. Maybe for ten years. Maybe forever. Maybe till next week -- but I don't think so. Once I decide to do something, completely unilaterally, which is the way it always has to be with me, with a total absence of pressure from anywhere whatsoever, I just Do It.

Hey, want to join me? It might be fun for you too. It's never good to be a slave to anything. It'll be hard, sure, but I've had Hard. I quit a two-pack-a-day habit that had gone on for ten years, when I was all of 25 years old. No one pressured me to do it. I just decided it was time. It was hard, but not that hard. After that last cigarette, which I remember as if I smoked it one hour ago, I never smoked a cigarette again. Ever. That'll be 30 years next year.

Imagine. You can do whatever you want to do. It's all up to you.

Don't bother wishing me luck . . . it's not luck I'll need.

But fuck, I'm going to enjoy those strawberry daiquiris I made tonight. I'll kiss 'em goodbye for ya, how's that.

Goodbye, you fucker who ruled my life since I was 18 years old. Good bye, good bye, good bye!

I think I'll have a drink to that sentiment.

If anyone's interested in following me in my footsteps I've set up a page where we can all bitch and moan. You know where to reach me.