Hell yeah motherfucker. I'm at 90 days today. Never had an epiphany where I woke up in a gutter covered in vomit or anything—just figured that life is too short

Hell yeah motherfucker. I'm at 90 days today. Never had an epiphany where I woke up in a gutter covered in vomit or anything—just figured that life is too short to spend bloated and incoherent. Also heard it gives you ass cancer. Like the author my cravings are mostly gone now. It turns out that alcohol-free beer scratches the itch anyway. If you're having pizza + wings, then a 0% Heineken is just as refreshing; you don't necessarily need to be pissed to enjoy a meal like that. I was worried about not having alcohol as a social lubricant, but that has been fine too. A lot of my behavior that I associated with a drunken state has actually turned out to be intrinsic to my character. I'm just as dumb and rude sober. I don't know how to feel about that, but it means there's still no brakes on the party train.