A random thought has been floating in my head.
I haven’t drank alcohol in over a decade. I am not yet 30.
No, I’m not religions and the older I get the less I identify with the straight edge subculture.
Recently I picked up my phone and found a text from someone who I used to know. The extent of the conversation basically was:
“Hey someone saw you playing horseshoes in your front lawn the other day. Were you drinking?”
To which my response was, “nope”.
“Yeah, I won that bet”
In fact, the only argument I can think of in favor of the consumption of alcohol would be to complete the James Bond-esque allure of a man that can conduct international espionage, fuck your wife, and enjoy a cocktail (preferably at the same time).
Sadly, I have never met anyone who even comes close to this aesthetic in real life. Ever. Rather, I tend to encounter Coors swilling frat boys, microbrew beard-wearing townies and rambling shoeless-whores stumbling home. These people do not provide a convincing argument to start drinking. I probably just attend the wrong parties.
Also, I have been reading this book. I could draw parallels between the main character and myself. Talk about absurd convictions.