Week 4: Slaying it, But Not Laying It

So that’s it, I stop keeping track. 28 days, no booze. The pain is WILD but I’m managing. I’m taking a lot of pictures, writing a lot of songs… staying busy is key. Having great people around me and maintaining my peace is paramount.

It was never out of the realm of possibility to quit but I was never committed to it, I loved how oiled up it made me feel. Commitment and consistency are fundamental. I’m honest with myself, with my friends.

I guess the weirdest part is the asexuality. It’s not a terrible thing. Sex feels beneath me right now. I did five knuckle shuffle a few times for the dopamine but I really don’t care. I’m enjoying my weird ghoul artist life making creepy shit at all hours, lifting weights, preparing for whatever life throws my way.

The most harrowing thought is not being able to really consent to anything for the past decade. What the hell did I agree to? Sorting that out now. My credit score is in the 800s, so I'm getting there...