My story isn't quite that compelling but when I went through my divorce I became very, very fond of single malt scotch. I came to a crossroad and decided I needed to either drink more or less. I chose the latter. I still like my gin and tonics and my single malt but not daily. I wonder if I could make a blues song out of this?I woke up one morning sitting in my car, (the afore-mentioned 72 Chevy Nova with a 427 under the hood) and realized I had 3 speeding tickets, 2 parking tickets and a trespass warning on my car. On the seat next to me were two empty fifths of Jack Daniels and 3 or 4 empty 2 liters of Mountain Dew. I went to open the door and get out and discovered that the car was buried up to the bottom of my window in a mud bog. Now this was before the days of cell phones, so I turned on the key and fired up my CB radio. I called my brother and a couple of hours later I was being dragged out by a bulldozer.
I quit drinking that day.
Congrats for having the courage and wisdom to make the hard choice! I know it probably wasn't easy!
But what have you got against good coffee?