by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I just recently decided to give up two of my biggest vices — booze and the occasional cigar. I’ve reached an age where things start to fall apart and I’m getting a little nervous.
I know what they say that there’s nothing worse than a dry drunk, but I’m determined to go cold turkey. I’m not one of those people who wants to live forever — unless, like, the Singularity makes that a literal possibility — but I am nervous enough about my health to cut back on things that might reduce my ultimate lifespan.
My dad is still going strong as a very, very old man, so it’s at least possible that I might have a sold 20 years left in me if I just don’t fucking drink so much. At the same time, I will say I had a lot of fun drinking a lot, even though (especially in South Korea) I was known to do the occasional stupid thing because of it.
Anyway. There’s only so much I can do at this point. I just have to believe in myself and write as fast as I can and as well as I can on the thriller I’ve been working on in hopes that I might just sell it while I’m still alive instead of dropping dead before it gets published like Stieg Larsson.
