With that bottle of Jack that I bought from the grocery store after work, I have now had just over half of it. If I was in a bar, my bar or any bar, that would be at least a fifty-dollar roll.
We must understand the economy of self destruction: have enough money to drink enough death and never go into financial debt for the thirst. This is perfect consumer alcoholism. Making it seem that no real harm is done because it doesn't break you financially.
If you're not paying for it, it's not alcoholism. Free drink is just a party. Cheap drink, alone, is trying to work out the demons. An inflated tab is just being an asshole.
Falling asleep with something left in the bottle is questionable.
Landing on a bed is admirable.
Getting home is praise-worthy.
Not shedding blood or tear is noble.
Exuding and soul-bearing is putting the truth on the line.
Waking up is the problem.
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