There really is no allure in alcohol. It was written in a moment of sleep-deprived/adrenaline-rush -ness, used more for comparison purposes than anything. Apart from its temporal mind-numbing properties, alcohol destroys brain cells, adds empty calories. But what's worse is the moment of clarity, where you attain something along the lines of a seer's vision and you see the future in all its bleakness (the big picture), which is in fact more of an allowing yourself to wallow in depression and pessimism more than reality. Reality always comes with a healthy dose of surprises and twists, enough to keep you excited and on your toes.
And there are always other means of attaining the so-called 'high' that alcohol brings, without the subsequent low/hangover the next day. So. I don't really know why I'm writing this. Maybe it's just to be politically/Christianically correct, and to avoid leading people down "the broad way that leads to destruction" in Bible-speak. But I think alcohol just lost it's allure when I turned 18 - it loses significance as a symbol of 'defiance', and after a while, it just seems rather tiresome not to mention expensive.
Maybe it's a sign of premature aging.
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