Blame it on the al, al…al…al, al…alcohol. Virtually 99.687542 percent of the world’s art, literature, scientific discovery or any creative endeavor is/was fueled or motivated, in part, by alcohol. I love the peace, tranquility, and camaraderie that comes with a few drinks with close friends. The delicate balancing act is to recognize not to rely upon it and like anything of substance, be able to control it. Ha, sounds like I’m a problem drinker…but I’m not. I do have a good tolerance and can put away more than my fair share but I do know this and try to keep in it check. But fuck all that, who are we without our vices and excesses?!? Decision making? Excellent time after killing a bottle of Jamo. I jest, but all joking aside after a couple of drinks and focused conversation on whatever issue that may be troubling you, clarity can be available. Having a couple of pints of Guinness and a few shots of Jameson along with a good cigar at the end of the week while bullshitting with a few friends is one of my personal favorite moments and I’m not going to feel guilty about that, ever.