Totally Tea

As a farm boy, falling off wagons is a thing I tend to avoid. The best way for doing this is to never find oneself in a situation where one has to get on a wagon in the first place.

Side effects of this include being run over by a wagon of pumpkins… but I’ll let it pass.

I’m developing a fringe persona. He doesn’t drink, smoke or do drugs. In part he exists because I don’t smoke or do drugs. Drinking is a much more nuanced part of who I am. I do drink, but when on the road i often choose not to. Why? Well, it’s expensive. There’s other reasons, but mostly it boils down to this.  In general I spend way too much on food, and a pint of beer usually costs about half as much as my entree.

In other places in my other lives, booze was the gateway to insider/outsider status. People who didn’t drink were mistrusted. It was like a mystery religion, and once I became a member i started to generate companions. This is still a part of touring society, and by choosing not to participate, I will never become deeply entrenched.

However. The amount of people who’ve made the same choice as i have are growing. It’s becoming a mystery religion of its own, the friends who chose to not. It’s good to not feel alone.

I’m curious to see how this plays out over the years. Is this bout of temperance temporary? Or will I become straight edge long after it’s become cool?

Only time will tell. .To that, I raise a glass. It has coffee in it.