I have come to a crossroads in my life. I have overcome many obstacles in my time here on this Earth, but have to confess that there is but one thing which has defeated me entirely.
I am not a gambler, as I have always considered that I have worked far too hard to earn my cash. I lived and worked for three weeks non-stop during start-up operations at a casino complex in South Africa; and my wife and I placed the total equivalent of £3.00 in to the ever-ready slot machines which packed the huge mirror-glazed central hall, whilst ‘winning’ the equivalent of £2.75. The casino’s developer growled that he was more than happy that not too many of his visitors would be like me.
When younger, I used to drink a fair bit, but after marrying and commencing a family, I virtually stopped, as booze and family life do not mix well. I enjoy an occasional glass of wine, but forget when last I tasted any spirits at all.
I have never, ever, sampled, tried or experimented with illegal drugs of any type, calibre or origin, and honestly cannot comprehend the mindset, or rather lack of mindset of those who would promote or enrich themselves through substances which could have life-changing or -threatening consequences. I suppose that would make me old-fashioned, or ‘square’, or unadventurous. Place me firmly in the column marked ‘prefers to retain self-control above all others’; and that would be about correct as far as I am concerned. Everyone else can do as they wish, but leave me and mine when canvassing for support of ‘legal’ or ‘illegal highs’, as I don’t believe that such ephemera exists.
As I stated at the beginning of this small confession there is, however, one small item which has me forever in its grasp; I cannot shake off the need, the desire, the terrible urge to consume as many of the dread items as I can purchase, and I see no end to the craving which has me in its all-encompassing grasp!