JackHandy on 31 August 2021
I partied some in my teens. In my early to mid-twenties, I really partied. Then after that, it was on again, off again until finally, I just gave it up altogether. It's fun when it's done right, but I found that it's rarely done right--at least in my case. I was spending too much time feeling like crap. Plus, there was this constant, nagging voice in the back of my head that sooner or later, I was going to pay for what I was doing with my health and being the hypochondriac that I am, I didn't feel that added worry was to my benefit.
It's funny that I saw this thread though, because just today, my smart phone reminded me that as of August 31st, I have been on the wagon exactly three years to the day.
