I believe I haven't had any alcohol for almost six months now. Let's face it, for someone who used to go to Malate almost everyday to have a drink or two, it's surprising how I'm able to withdraw from drinking beer this long.
No.
I miss insobriety. Come to think of it, the only reason why I haven't drank in a while is because I have no opportunity to have some. Drinking is a social activity. Drinking alone for the sake of drinking isn't as fun as it would be when you're with friends - or some random person you decide to hang around with. I miss my friends, too - but not as much as I miss hugging a beer bottle.
To feel a beer bottle's cold body, and lift it, press it onto my cheek - and then I'll say, "I missed you so much". And then, for show, I'll pour it on a glass. The froth climbs its way up and the ice clinks as it rolls and tumbles in the golden fluid.
I'll drink my first glass - bottoms up. And another one. And more, until I finish the first bottle. Then a second bottle. A third - and I'm a bit tipsy already.
I'll lift it up, and stare at the person I'm with through the glass. I see a crooked face. The person talks about something I didn't hear, but I laugh. Anything sounds funny when your senses are starting to numb.
I lick my lips... and cry.
There is no beer here.
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