As a young man, my hero was Hunter S Thompson. I wanted to be a journalist for a minute in high school, and Hunter knew how to write amazing pieces and get really loaded at the same time. Perhaps it would have been Ernest Hemingway if I had grown up in a previous generation. Men who knew how to live, in my mind, because they lived to excess, and I believed that was really living. Perhaps some folks can party in moderation, I never had a talent for that, never really wanted one. When I drank, I drank to get f’d up, I didn’t see any other purpose in it, really. Both of these great men blew their brains out. That seems to be where excess leads, to total annihilation. Most of us probably have something that we do to excess, it may be drinking; it may be thinking, eating, working, rest or play. I am trying to balance out my life today, and I will admit that even that is a juggling act in this world. I used to try and manage my drinking and drug use on any given night to balance out the perfect feeling, yet it usually led to a blackout. My daily practice of yoga and meditation and working the steps may seem excessive to some, but it sure beats the hell out of a bottle, or a barrel, in my mouth.
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