It seems that good ol' Albert Q. Hall is some people's best friend. He can be found at the bottom of every bottle. Makes folks forget their problems. And everything else too.

By the time I was of legal drinking age, I was already pretty much done with it. Maybe I'll have a beer once in a while, but that's about all. A lot of my decision to not drink came from growing up watching my father and grandfather basically drink themselves to death.

I didn't want to go down the same path. Alcoholism ran rampant in my family and badly needed to break that cycle.

Lame.

i see people stuck in their virtual worlds a lot, head in the phone and no outward senses

i guess my current journal i haven't changed yet sort of mentions that in passing. doom i think is at least partially something of a choice.
but i guess i'm always thinking in terms of the species more then individuals. (and places more then species)
i guess that may not help anyone else very much, but it keeps me out of the depressing quagmire addiction to anything is.
wish i knew better how to communicate no one needs to be stuck there.
if it takes an imaginary world to leave a substance behind, i don't see a thing wrong with using one as a way to pull oneself out of being stuck in such a narrow one.
i know people who want everything to be about money, try to take away all the rocks and the trees, but always there is a rock or a tree somewhere.