I kept "meticulous" track of all of my vodka. I always knew when I needed more, etc. because I was doing the pints and half pints. Today, I was cleaning out the stashes and I was shocked to come across a whole half pint. I guess I was really out of it then, because I usually drank them to the last drop before dragging myself out to the corner mart for more. And even in my drunkenness, I kept track of what I had, where.
Well, I used it.
Last night, I was poked in the leg with something spiky and sort of old and metal. I didn't have any rubbing alcohol on hand, but I did have some anti-bacterial clothes from the hospital. I used those but was still going to run out and grab some rubbing alcohol today.
I wasn't even tempted to have even a sip of that sucker. But then I remembered the two little poke holes in my leg and I promptly used some Dmitiri (was pretty klassy) to disinfect the wound. It's now sitting in the garbage not calling my name. It can scream as loud as it wants. I'm done with that gig.