This is, in some ways, a love song. Or a coming-out party, if you want to come. You’re all invited.

This is a song about C₂H₆O. Ethanol. Alcohol.

I am an alcoholic. I am not proud, but I am not ashamed. We are all human and we make it through our own days in ways as best we can. And some days, if not every day, the easiest way to survive arrives in a glass bottle.

I remember the first night that drinking changed from being fun to being necessary for survival. I knew it was dangerous, and I remember the way that felt. It was exciting. A woman led me to that place, but it wasn’t her fault.

Here we are, 25 years later, wondering night after night whether I can make it to the store for more before closing time.

Some days I feel like a traitor if I don’t drink. That’s how insidious this harsh, delicious mistress is.

There is something quite irresistible about addiction.

I once tried to give up drinking. Three days later I was in a hospital bed. That’ll teach me. I was happy enough, even over the moon: Chlordiazepoxide Hydrochloride is a hell of a drug, as the name might suggest. By morning I did not want to go home.

What do we learn from all this talking, crying, shouting, hallucinating?

Nothing yet.

Functioning?

Barely, but yes.

Still getting away with it, even if I do sorely disappoint every single person I have ever loved.

Take care, all of you. You are important and loved. You are loved and loved unconditionally, ethanol or none.

Love,
Simon

Added: Ethanol, part ii.