Stopping to drink, in this day and age, fucks a man up. Nothing comes. I want to write but this is all I have to express. I more or less quit drinking seven years ago. Till then each time life became the unexplainable shit it is, I'd fucking go put some ethanol in me. Quitting was tough and then it became magic. I had the best sex in the universe. Then that dried up. And now there's nowhere to run to. A bit like when one sinks into art-making mode but now that big empty studio is bigger than ever so the sinking is longer.
