I quit four years ago. Before I could bring myself to throw out my booze I would stomp around and yell at it like it was the fault of the liquid for being so yummy. For several years I had dreams in which I was enjoying a beer or a whiskey of some kind, then realized with horror that I was not supposed to be drinking and had ruined all my progress by being thoughtless, but then I would wake up and feel such a huge amount of relief sometimes I had to make sure it wasn't a real shameful memory of some kind. Yesterday I broke an egg in my coat pocket while bringing it in from the coop and I joked to my wife that my coat was now just a couple ingredients short of a whiskey sour. Then I could not stop imagining the flavor of a whiskey sour with the feel of alcohol and feeling completely nauseated for a good ten minutes after.
Spent twenty years sucking it down but I broke free. Now I don't care about the price of booze or my supply of it, I don't get annoyed when I'm the only one with a beer at a party. No more over-doing it and being useless all afternoon. No more $25 stadium beers! No more bottles of 'apple juice'. Vodka in a water bottle to enjoy the fair. All in the bin, all long gone. I wouldn't even be thinking about it now if I hadn't broken the egg and made that joke.
This is complete American liquidation. The obvious intent is to leave nothing left over by the time the Epstein regime runs out of steam. It's a great plan if your plan for the future is for the united states to not have a future.