I guess I cannot have alcohol anymore, as my system just cannot handle it. I just feel like crap when I drink it.

I suppose it had to happen, given just how much I used to party. Rock and Roll lifestyle and all that.

I only drink on the weekends now.

Thirty-five years ago, I was a young tank crewman in the Army, full of piss and vinegar. I could drink the barracks dry every night with my hard-partying buddies, fall into a stupor, then get up at five the next morning, fresh as a daisy, and pull a full day of duty.

Nowadays, not so much…

Not anymore.

I used to drink quite a bit too....

Now I quite enjoy it.

It doesn’t deter me from looking forward. And I definitely believe there are excellent days ahead. But there’s something comforting about looking back at the crazy shit I did when I was young.