i have to give up all alcohol, period. not because i want to, or because i have a problem . . . but because i have to. my doctor is putting his foot down. i bought all that beer because i was going to store it for years, in thought that i could drink 1 or 2 here and there, in the future.
and now, i will use the bitterness of this, forever, to fucking make a point in sub,reality with my fictional novel writings. one way to motivate someone to finally get the fucking job done and to get their fucking act together, is to fucking take away all their vices and watch them use it to their fucking advantage.
the, fucking, end.