I have quit drinking during the week, and
last weekend I drank like a normal person.
I am a slave to my desires and ignore intelligent forces within.
Basically, I can do this. This antabuse which is supposed to make me violently ill should it mix with any alcohol in my body doesn't work. This doesn't matter anyway; I never needed Dumbo’s feather. It’s within me.
I am a slave to my desires and ignore intelligent forces within.
Basically, I can do this. This antabuse which is supposed to make me violently ill should it mix with any alcohol in my body doesn't work. This doesn't matter anyway; I never needed Dumbo’s feather. It’s within me.
Note: this went on to become a major bout of alcoholism