I lifted the glass to my mouth, smelling the beer just an inch away from my nose, and I drank. My first drink after eight years of judgmental sobriety. My friends stopped talking and looked at me. There was a moment of stunned silence, and then they started shouting at me: “What are you doing?” “You’re sober!” “No, Moby!” “You don’t drink!” I held up my hand to stop them, lifted the glass to my mouth again, and finished my pint. I put the glass firmly back on the table, exhaled loudly, and said, “Delicious!” They laughed and applauded. Joey’s boyfriend said, “Moby’s drinking!”—awestruck, as if
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