Back then, all of us drank too much. The more in tune with

We went straight out drinking, and I picked up right where I left off. Always the object was to go out and “get wasted.” Though I sometimes had trouble holding my liquor, I was willing to try harder. I felt the key to successful drinking was the same as it is in musicianship—practice, practice, practice.

En Europe nous considérions alors le vin comme un aliment normal et sain et aussi comme une grande source de bonheur, de bien-être et de plaisir. Boire du vin n’était pas un signe de snobisme ou de raffinement, ni une religion ; c’était aussi naturel que de manger et, quant à moi, aussi nécessaire, et je n’aurais pu imaginer prendre un repas sans b

drink to feel close to people and wind up too close. I pour wine into myself to feel sexy, and end up being too sexy. I don’t know how

I needed alcohol to drink away the things that plagued me. Not just my doubts about sex. My self-consciousness, my loneliness, my insecurities, my fears. I drank away all the parts that made me human, in other words, and I knew this was wrong.