Time to live
January 2021 | Oldtimers!

Time to live

Though she only drank for a few years, it was bad enough to stop early. And what a gift it is to enjoy a long, full, sober life

In my hometown of London, two months before my 23rd birthday I set down the glass that contained the remnants of a homemade margarita. I was unable to finish the last sips without retching. I was colossally hungover and on a real hellish comedown. Had I known that would be my last alcoholic drink to date, I’m sure I would have found it in me to soldier on with it.

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