If I matched gin and tonics for sneers that are as petty as they are laughable, you would be entitled to make those barbed observations about the fact that I drink every day. If I guzzled a scotch and soda for every failure to understand having a drink because it tastes good, I'd lose sight of how that makes you the alcoholic. What about the fact that you despise yourself so vehemently that your body rejects it, pouring on others your repugnant and manifold inadequacies enough to fill more tumblers than I will ever touch?
Friend, I don't drink to solve my problems, I do it to create yours.
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