I've actually had a war analogy thought in my head for some time now regarding myself and alcohol. Basically, I called a truce or a cease fire with alcohol. In reality, a cease fire or a truce is pretty much ending a war while one side is getting their ass kicked proper. A truce or cease fire is both sides saying, "hey, let's end this thing, and we won't tell anyone what really happened here."
Guess which side in my war was getting its ass kicked?
