By rejecting alcohol, you reject something very human, an extra limb that we have collectively grown to deal with reality and with each other. Getting around without it is not painless. Do you know one of those annoying people? They decline the dessert not because they’re on a diet, but because sweet stuff doesn’t do anything for them. Oh really! you say, Good for you! when what you really think is Fuck off. Well, I’m that person, but with alcohol. I’m here to tell you, it’s as good for me, as it is hard for me. So, in case your dry April 2026 is going well and you think of extending it, read on. Over a year ago, someone shared with me this informative, factual, yet thoroughly bleak podcast by Andrew Huberman about the effects of any amount of alcohol on your brain and body. Since I had just reached the wise age of forty nine, otherwise known as the age when you have less fucks to give, I asked myself why I drank at all and what would happen if I ...