Yes, let’s face it, it’s destroying me. Even though, cruelly, I’ve been mostly enjoying it.
There comes a time when you ask – where are all those pictures? I’m a fine artist but I don’t do much work.
And why do my symphonies peter out after a few dozen bars? Why haven’t I properly recorded all the stuff I perform on my own instruments?
Why am I so fucking fat and getting fatter and less fit day by day?
There’s no mystery involved. I’m a slave to the booze, because for a long time, I’ve relied on it to take me out of time, to the timeless places.
On the daily surface, I have very low tolerance of each day’s stress. But I’m aware there are vast resources of mind to help me cope, that I’ve been neglecting.
Much easier to “get mellow” out of the bottle. And I’ve been doing that for so long I am now definitely “alcohol dependent”.
I’ve tried rationing it but when that means having a two-to-three day break between many days of binging, sooner or later reason demands that it’s time to give up.
Give up the booze, for the duration. Don’t just aspire (and fail) to score a whole week, just give it the fucking boot.
And that is what I now pledge to achieve. No more drinking booze for the foreseeable future, at all.
Thanks for your indulgence of this self-indulgent topic :)

