Some days I think about it. Most days, anymore, I don’t.
Occasionally, I can smell the scotch. There is a memory of the taste.
November 16, 1999 was the last time.
It is different for everyone.
Some have an almost unbreakable relationship, some a passing fancy.
But all who succumb to its power and then decided to break free, do so in their own way and it their own time.
Some succeed. Some don’t.
We don’t know which we are until we leave this earth.