old barney greyheron wrote:...outcome of which, get on with your life or get on with drinking yourself to death. So I went back in the kitchen, took my bottle of scotch and poured it down the sink..

old barney greyheron wrote:Five weeks ago my wife left..left me a note..after eight years, a fucking note..I was in shock..walked to the nearest shop..bought a bottle of scotch..got blind drunk..had been sober for over six years..when I sobered up I was just angry with myself..didn't have another drink for a few weeks..was going to a gig on saturday..felt I needed a couple of drinks, so bought scotch..filled my double hipflask and had a few wee snifters throughout the evening..no big deal at all..yesterday afternoon I went to the kitchen for something and there in a cupboard is my bottle..yeah..got it out and had a couple..then sat thinking about stuff for a while...outcome of which, get on with your life or get on with drinking yourself to death. So I went back in the kitchen, took my bottle of scotch and poured it down the sink..there's no moral to this story, no battle won nor lost. Next week or the week after..or six months from now..i'll no doubt find myself in a supermarket, staring at bottles of whiskey..next time I might decide fuck it and drink myself to death..I guess it won't take long, i'm in really poor health.