Go On, Just Have One

It feels like I’ve achieved a feat of Herculean proportions: 122 days of a total self-imposed booze ban, nothing, nada, zilch, not a sip – even negotaited a couple of tastings with genuine, never-before-seen 100per cent spitting (even the good stuff, even the expensive kit), out it goes, sluicing into the spittoon. This was new territory, this was some serious strength of will, this was frightening.
Code Quarterly, Spring 2019