I don’t believe I have a problem with alcohol, but damn, it does work wonders sometimes after a long and treacherous day. When the blood is up and frustration runs like sand through your veins, a bit of whiskey is a balm hard to describe. 

I don’t think I rely on it, but I’d be pretty sad if it were gone, especially on days like today, and on evenings like this one. 

Does that make me and addict? I don’t think so. There are many things I’d be sad about the disappearance of: video games, grass, my wood stove, our guest room, rice. Am I addicted to all of these things? Is this a stupid line of questioning? 

Yeah probably.