I clung to my old life too - I convinced myself that what I was doing was *living*, man, sucking the marrow from the bones of life...
But when I'd first wake up in the morning, sick, sore, unexplained injuries...
and I'd look at myself in the mirror and I'd remember flashes of all I'd done and said last night...
I knew I was full of it.
That guy wasn't who I wanted to be, not really.
Only you know who you really want to be, Dan.
We're always here with the door open...
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