I’m pretty sure we’d all agree , in this little corner of the inter webs at least, that quitting is the cure
Intoxication in and of itself was always deeply pleasurable for me, living as person that valued experiencing intoxication above all else was erosive of mind, body and soul. The price was devastatingly too high, the ‘yumminess’ is surely not worth it.
But I can certainly imagine an almost guttural “ahh” upon sipping a glass of bourbon neat, but no matter what means just that, yeah? And even that imagined ahh isn’t worth it , only my AV thinks otherwise.
Can I survive living with a forever un-indulged desire , hell yeah , quite well as a matter of fact
