“I’d walk away from abstinence. Trot down to the liquor store and pick up a carton of Luckies (if they still make them) and a pint of Johnnie Walker and go home to relearn the finger ballet of the cigarette and wean myself back onto alcohol. Fill up the room with smoke and feel the warm, sloshy pleasures of inebriation. An eye-opener in the morning, a martini for lunch, or two — who’s counting? — and at 5 p.m. sharp, the sun is over the yardarm, the bar is open, so belly up, gentlemen, and choose your poison.
You’re the doctor, it’s every man for himself, mud in your eye, and here’s looking at you, sweetheart. I might grow back my old beard and put on a Panama hat and write heroically again.”
-Garrison Keillor, the host of A Prairie Home Companion quit smoking, and then, drinking. What he misses most are the friends who kept indulging. Read his full essay.
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