We all like a drink, except when we don’t. Except when a drink becomes all we like. If you find yourself dreaming of the first pint, how long is it before the third/fourth or fifth one turns into a nightmare?
Can you only bring yourself to talk about your true feelings when you’ve had a couple? Do you use alcohol as a shield? When it is really a sword stabbing you in the heart?
The Bloke Whisperer 
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