I appreciate the fact that being my friend on livejournal means being subjugated to a navel-gazing rant about my alcoholism from time to time. So as not to monopolize your friends space, I'll put this one under a cut. I have a feeling it's going to be really long anyway.
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I... I'm not sure how I stopped drinking so much, which makes this less healthy. Long nighttime bikerides and romantic poetic posturing in the postapocalyptic urban landscape that you don't tell anybody about?
Actually, starting to drink less happened to me right around the time I started riding my bike all over Brooklyn all the time.
I wish I had something helpful to say.
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