I caused all of this. My cancer is my own creation, a consequence of years of smoking cigarettes and working in smoke-filled bars, nightclubs, and restaurants. Hell, I used to request to work the smoking section of restaurants when I was a young server, because the smokers tended to drink more booze and run up larger tabs.
Alcohol is another major risk factor associated with my type of cancer. I’ve had alcohol nearly every day since I was 21. I can probably count on two hands the number of days that I abstained. It’s been my sleep crutch ever since I first discovered its sedative effects. (I know, it’s not the same as sleep, save your comments.) It used to take me hours to fall asleep, but with booze I could reliably get unconscious on a regular time table.
Plus, I liked it a lot. I was good at drinking.
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