Struck down again

A fine young lad, once again barred from entering the beautiful sites that are all over the world. Otherwise known as Pubs aka Bars aka Clubs.
Barred being a rather harsh word, fine. The feller has been instructed to desist, forthwith, from partaking of the fine fluids to be found for sale in such places; Frotho, Gauge, Keroro,Pombe...

Yes, it is sad. No more shall this fine young lad be found partaking of the aforementioned fluids, in all their variations. Why you ask? Well, because he had been given this very same warning a while back. He did not heed the good doctor's advice for long, and now he is paying the price.

Which reminds me of something I read somewhere, about the ills of smoking. If you (you being generally anyone, including myself - paradoxically) don't stop smoking, a day will come when it will affect you so much you will seek treatment for it, treatment may not work, but at the same time you will be forced to stop. So why not stop now eh? At least then, all you have to worry about is stopping, not the treatment. Get a nicotine patch, whatever, quit the damn thing.

As for liqour...aaaaah....that is another thing altogether. Wacha ama chukua Kiasi.

Thus, right now, I am not smoking (a week and some days, still going strong), plus I have been forced off the liqour. Again. Struck down in the prime of my drinking life...

But we can still meet in the club/bar/pub (ad infinitum). I'll be the guy on soda or water (maybe both at the same time). Sad.