I like how we never stop fighting to return to the good old days. The problem is that we never stop to realize that we only remember the good parts. The good old days are the same as they've always been.
Anyway, I'm cutting myself off from chemicals that aren't ibuprofen and caffeine. I'll make the rare exception for a cigar or a beer, but I realized last night that from the time the drinking games ended to the time the lights went off I was just waiting for my head to clear. What's the point of starting something only so you can wait for it to end? I'd just as soon leave altered states of mind in the Golden Days so I can at least remember them as better than they were. Besides, my drug of choice is adrenaline, and I don't have to buy that.
Stay Gold, kids.
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