I Wish You Would Quit Lying to Myself

You ever get horribly drunk on a Friday and hurt like you’ve never hurt before that Saturday? You tell yourself this way of life will lead you to an early grave and promise yourself not to drink that much again. You go out on Saturday with these good intentions, accompanied by the trusty sixer of non-lite beer. (You normally drink lite but for heavens sake, it’s only a six-pack) This is a common means of restraint used by many people. Next thing you know, the sixer is gone and you’re off to the store to buy another case, in addition to that pack of smokes (ultra-lights because they’re healthier). Sunday rolls around and you hurt like you’ve never hurt before.
Telling yourself you’re only going to drink in moderation is like going to the grocery store and buying a basket full of vegetables. You take them home, put them in the crisper and throw the same rotted vegetables out two weeks later. Your intention when buying them was to eat them, but deep down the only reason you bought them was to make you feel good about yourself.