Everyone has his taste, his poison... some have more than one, but those are the exotic ones, the ones that crave spice, the elusive variety, everything life has to offer. Everyone's entitled to his poison.
I've never understood people having to justify themselves to me. Granted, my tone s severe when the topic veers towards vice, of any degree, and especially the one that allows escapism. To do what you please and blame it on something else, retreat into the shadow of a harmless, inanimate thing which picks up the flak for all that you do. Alcohol is so bad! Too bad he's come under the influence.
Anything you do, do it bravely. It's your life... its yours to live. The only time you know you shouldn't be doing something, is when you know you cant look yourself in the eye and say it.
Or, close enough, when you can't look a friend in the eye and tell him.
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