There are two obstacles in my pursuit of happiness: alcohol and cigarettes. Let’s begin with my relationship with alcohol first.
I started drinking young. See, my dad believed, and still believes, that one needs to know how to hold one’s drink, so he taught me how to drink when I was eighteen.
Okay, fine, my dad didn’t teach me how to drink when I was eighteen; he taught me how to drink when I was thirteen. To be fair to him, though, the age of thirteen was when I started high school. And according to my dad, it was the perfect time to equip myself with drinking skills, for high school is when most teenagers begin to drink anyway.
So I started drinking young. And not only that, I also started drinking well. By that, I mean I learned to drink expensive liquors and I learned to…
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