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Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Dear alcohol
We met when I was 14, I was a young lad looking for a new adventure and you were a sweet drink offering up some fun. Things were grand back then and over the years we attended many awesome functions together and traveled around the world. Now, at 27 I find you utterly repulsive the day after we meet and my bank account looks at you with disdain and distrust. WHAT HAPPENED. In university we partied hard in the night and were still friends the next day. I met many of your friends of varying cultures and countries. You were a social butterfly that helped me meet so many people. Even when I entered the working world we knew we'd meet on weekends and then look forward to our outings next week. Now I look at your with a very cautious eye and wonder if it's worth heading down the road of a morning full of regrets. Why did you have to go and change into a hateful spiteful person? Oh, why? —A Long Time Ago, We Used To Be Friends
