Very few of us ever have clarity.
At some point in your life you cross the Rubicon into a life you can't understand. It becomes bewildering. But your mind won't let go. It just won't let go. That voice, that voice rips you to shreds. The real you belittles compromised you. You can't stand it and you can't silence it.
Booze and drugs are required, whether it's a once in a while escape or a lifelong passion, you got to silence that annoying voice. There is nothing wrong with that.
Brief aside: Do you think the War on Drugs is real? It became "official" in 1971 thanks to that paragon of virtue, Nixon. You can't stop drugs. People need drugs, they need booze. In large part because of the nasty things the government, the rich, and big business do to control your life, to limit it, to keep you in your place. Which is a place you never wanted to be, a tiny place, a suffocating space with shit jobs, shit pay and a whole lot of "yes sir no sir."
The war on drugs is just another dance, another way to misdirect the attention of the little people from what's really going on. It is a way for those in power to control who benefits from all that delightful drug money, who directs it, funnels it, controls it. The power elites (the scumbags) preach about evil publicly, and then spend the weekend in a $25 million second home to snort coke off their mistresses' sweet asses.
Ah, what a world.
Most people adopt a cynical world view about life and wear it on their sleeve. That cold-hearted, "that's life, baby - deal with it" type of attitude. But they don't really accept that because they can't accept that, and that's where the torture comes in. The War. You can see it on their faces. It shoots out of their eyes like fire.
Wonder how many people show up to work with hangovers every day.
A majority, for sure.
That's life, baby - deal with it.
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