You say suffer, and you say pain tolerance, but really none of what I said is about suffering or pain. The beer I drink, tonight, isn't going to hurt me. The g

You say suffer, and you say pain tolerance, but really none of what I said is about suffering or pain. The beer I drink, tonight, isn't going to hurt me. The gin the next day isn't, by itself, the cause of any real harm. The cumulative twenty some years of drinking too much? That's the kicker. That's the one that's going to get me. Maybe. Maybe it won't. Maybe fuck what the actuarials say. Maybe I'll beat the odds. Maybe, though, maybe I won't make it, and maybe I'll die young with all my dreams unfulfilled, a sad shrunken wreck of a man that achieved nothing. Maybe all of those things are totally possible with and without the alcohol and life is all just one big shitshow that I enjoy living exactly how it is. I'm not a fatalist. I'd just rather be an alcoholic than a power lifter.