My status is constantly changing. In my world of abstinence I am in consistent flux, vacillating between die hard progressive thought and a dull and mindless torpor. In essence I am pretty happy with the way I am without drinking. But there is always a little nagging “what if” lurking away in the background. On one side the hyper scientist who has maybe uncovered the meaning of the Universe, on the other the deadened whore, who is unbuttoning the pants of an overweight stinking man.
