But I also felt indignant. Why did the universe keep curve-balling these impossible dilemmas and predicaments my way?! It wasn’t fair. I truly could not see that booze was a villain, rather than a hero. I thought it was the pain-remover, rather than the source of the pain. And I couldn’t see that I was complicit. I was happening to life; life wasn’t just happening to hapless me. I was the architect of my own destruction every single time, along with my trusty sidekick, wine.
