I wrote a blog post once about how I chose to write a dream
sequence in a story whilst under the influence of several scotches. Doing it that
way made it more authentic.
And there’s a general point here. The reason I so like having a few drinks late at night is because it filters my perception through a
different brand of consciousness. The everyday, sober sort is all right up to a
point, but I want more than that. The Romantic poets had their laudanum, after all.
I suspect that’s true of a lot of us, and I further
suspect that it’s what those weasly people who self-righteously demand that we
all drink ‘in moderation’ (as they define it) simply don’t understand. They’re
incapable of seeing beyond their prosaic mentalities. As my friend Melanie once said
to me: ‘alcoholics are usually very sensitive souls.’
Nevertheless, I’m glad I have sufficient self-control not to
become an alcoholic. So far.
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