One Too Many

　　 I don't need you anymore, Alcohol. Slowly, I am outgrowing you, slowly, like I learned to hate you slowly. And when I am growing, there is no need for you. Let me level with you, Alcohol. I don't need a certain level of addiction. Never did. You deceived. I bit your bait, drank your drink, and believed your promises.
　　 I lived your life. Past tense. Adios. Adieu. Good-bye. You are dead Alcohol. I have survived you. Go fuck yourself, Alcohol. I'm through.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 38)