I have a love/hate thing going with it.
When it was good, it was great. When it was bad it was horrid.
Hate what I turned into on alcohol. Hate that it steals and ruins lives. Loved the silliness it brought.
It's like thinking about an old friend I can no longer see because they're too far away when I remember the good times. It's like thinking about an ex that was terrible for me when I remember the bad times-I don't even want to go there!