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Me and My Friend Moose

At then end, he had only one drinking companion: his imaginary friend

It seems absurd that something so simple has been extremely difficult for me to fathom. I am alcoholic, even when I'm not drinking I have an alcoholic personality. There are good spirits, bad spirits and my personal demon spirit, alcohol.

It has taken me years of blithe ignorant bliss of drinking, socially and aloof on my own bar stool away from friends in an unfrequented bar, to drink the way I wanted to without being judged.

Being judged is not of importance. The glaring truth is that alcohol for me is poison, equally deadly as strychnine, rat poison. So why have I done it?... Login to read more
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