I'm aware that this would be a really interesting part of the general narrative for me to break down into alcoholism and debauchery and whoremongering.
I don't think that's gonna happen, though.
Alcohol just doesn't seem to agree with me anymore.
It's weird. Alcohol was such a large part of my life, when I was in Russia. And before that, I liked a drink, sure, more or less in different cities and at different times, but I drank, and enjoyed it.
But then when I stopped ... well, it's not like I gave up drinking, it's like drinking gave me up.
I mean I have a beer now and then. A glass of wine. And I've occasionally met with friends to go on an all-night bender or even an all-weekend bender.
And while I enjoy parts of them, I'm also usually glad when they're over and I can sober up and start feeling human again.
The main thing I noticed is how much fucking energy your body has to use metabolizing all that shit. I mean I spent an entire week hiking in Utah with just the clothes on my back and a blanket-pack full of stuff, and I wouldn't say that wasn't NEARLY the hard work that an all-night drinking binge back at the House of Pain nightclub in Vodkaberg used to be. I mean THAT shit took some stamina.
So it's typical, me being sort of ass-backwards to everybody else. Other people I know continue falling down holes of middle-aged alcoholism and drug abuse -- particularly prescription pills -- or struggle with sobriety, and I'm like, "Damn, being fucked up is too hard work!"
So you can take the boy out of the Middle East but obviously it's not so easy to take the Middle East out of the boy ...