I do not like drunkenness in people, unless that drunk is me. I dislike it intensely because I saw it far too often in my father. Yet I reserve it unto myself as a right, although unused, to be me with all my contradictions and many masks. I am not flesh and blood, but the things I've done, who and what I've loved. I am the flesh that is weak, yet has the strength of will. All my failures are mine as well as the occasional victory. And Am all of this and still that is not me.