It has nothing to do with any abuse of alcohol. It's the abuse of alcohol that makes the problem clear, or at least clear enough to recognize.
My grand-uncle used to live in this house, down the road from my own. I took a walk inside just now. It's been abandoned for decades. Another one of those haunted-houses.
My grand uncle's case was strange to say the least. He was a hardcore atheist(even more hardcore than me, according to my dad). Then one day he asked his wife, "We've been married all these years, would you like anything of me?" She said she'd like him to become a Christian. And so he became one. Just like that.
Years later, and there's a dead fruit 600 meters away from his house:
Behold the power of fruit killing religion, hallelujah.
Just so you know, I never say never. I may be the hardest cored atheist among my friends(apart from my two constantly unmentioned friends Gurdave and Brendan), but I haven't and most probably won't(see how I avoided using the word 'never') say never to any future. Because the road is stupid and has a higher priority for cars than pedestrians. And it's curvy. Past the curve, we can never tell if there's a car speeding towards you.
Oh don't worry, the last post was not directed at any of you. Jackson once warned me that people like me eventually vent out accumulated anger. He was right. But at least I got to choose how.
I don't know if it's wrong to abuse any substance. I only do two sorts. Alcohol, and aerosol propellant. Right now, it's both. I'd be surprised if there wasn't a typo in this post. I know I'm not a fucking aerosol junkie. Not yet. But all I know is that whenever I go a week without either alcohol or aerosol propellant, I get uncomfortable.
I sure could use a vacation from this stupid shit.
Oh well, this weekend will end in less than a day, then I'll have no choice but to return to a mass of much better blog posts, much more studying, and much less bullshit.
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