|The unhappy boozehound.|
It's funny I have a guitar in my hands in this cheery snap. I had just learnt how to play one of my favourite dark and depressing songs; Elliot Smith's A Fond Farewell, and I'm probably utterly frustrated with how shit my guitar playing was despite more than 20 years of trying in vain to improve (or at least play something - anything - in time). How I thought I'd play better with a skin full of beer on board is beyond me now. In the last six months I've been practising every day and my playing is exponentially better, without the distraction of booze to blunt my potential.
I can't explain why on earth I'm cross eyed. I'm not usually. The red, bloated face is not a foible of the photographic process. I've always described it as a family curse inherited from my equally red-face-prone father. It only takes half a dozen beers or a couple of glasses of red before I feel my face starting to burn from the red glow. When I got totally wasted I would catch blurry glimpses of myself in car or shop-window reflections and cringe with embarrassment at my beet-red complexion. I always felt self conscious about my ridiculous red face because I knew people would see how pissed I was.
It's not something I have to worry about these days. I don't ever have to sit alone and drink my way through a bottle (or two) of red wine, sinking deeper and deeper into a drowsy, alcoholic state of discontent. I don't have to lie in bed wide awake as my head spins, knowing the only way to make it stop (and to have any hope of sleep) is to expel the alcohol from my booze laden guts. I don't ever have to worry that my friends and family will see how drunk I am, that I haven't managed to drink like a normal person. Life is far simpler now.
I also wanted to post a photo from my recent overseas holiday to contrast with drunk me photo. In this case a picture tells a thousand words of the change in me since quitting booze, both physical and mental. I'm at ease - truly at ease in my own skin. Confident. Happy. Life was good before, but it's so much better now alcohol is out of my life.
|Life is good.|
Tihei mauri ora!
(Behold there is life!)