It dawned apon me as I threw yet another McDonald fries chip into the mouth of my Congolese Uber driver late on Saturday night, that I might have a drinking problem.

, Trying to climb out of a moving Uber on Broadway after midnight was the last straw. At the time, it seemed and felt like I was still that idiotic carefree well built youth of 1989........ Partying away long after closing time at the Triggerfish with the owner and the one man band seemed like a glorious reminder of how I rolled on through my twenties, thirties and most of my forties...... Life that evening seemed fantastic, tripping the light fandango......... The Moose was unstoppable....
Reality set in the following morning, when FirstBornMoose and SecondBornMoose gave me a dressing down, "Papa! You'r a feckin idiot when you get drunk!", said the elder of the two...... followed by , " You become reckless and were rude to Jimmy!", From daughter number two.......
I sat around the breakfast table in the Timeless Cafe on beach road as they muttered away and all I kept thinking, "Who the feck was Jimmy?".
Later on in the day, I had to say goodbye to the English Outlaws, Father in law calling me closer for a few words...... As I mentioned before on these forums, He is in the final stages of Stage 4 Lung cancer that has spread to liver and bones, a mere shadow of a man..... He whispered a few personal words, no regrets but humbly more worried for his wife and daughter........ I hugged him farewell.......... and suddenly all I could think was, "What have I done........?"
What had I done, I started to think of my own immortality, knocking on the door of fifty in a few months, my lifestyle would have to change.....
For the past three days since returning to Namibia, I have researched with my mate Google and are more convinced than ever, though I may not be a full blown alcoholic, I am indeed a binge drinker.
My daughters informed me that I went through the entire list of the Triggerfish brew and then went back for another round, They make rum there, I did not even know this, but sources inform me, that when they saw the old man (That's me) , knocking back a few neat shots, they knew that night had come to an end.....
Playing Badminton with the English HO this morning across the road at the courts, My mind kept on racing...... From the age of sixteen I was drinking beer, my life took a dramatic turn at 19, because of alcohol, I have stood over the body of a dying friend in a car wreck in WIndhoek, because of alcohol, I was involved in Bar fights in Lime Acres, Kimberley, Windhoek, Cape Town..... Because of Alcohol.
My massive boep, Because of alcohol......... My Hernia, Because of Alcohol........ My Gout, because of alcohol....... My double Chin, because of alcohol..........It dawned apon me that at almost every major turn in my life, it was not fate, but booze.......
So my friends, I am finished..... my time has come...... and no longer will I be drinking.....(The English HO yawned when I stated this), I feel that by posting this here, I shall be held accountable....
So....... I need a good recipe for space cakes, anyone?
Oh! I found out Jimmy was the Uber driver, but I tipped him very very well.......
