Love Song / Elton John / 1971
I smoked for 7 years.
Not moderately. 2 packs a day.
Combined with drinking, LSD, cocaine, hashish, ??? …
I did everything but heroin.
I was a well rounded abuser.
This was my lifestyle.
My drinking alone would have qualified me as a alcoholic.
I was drunk and stoned much of the time.
Drugs and booze were readily available back then – and cheap.
Cigs cost about 60 cents a pack.
A case of beer was $2.75.
In the tavern draft beer was 10 cents a glass.
I could go to the bar with 5 bucks and drink all night.
And have enough money left to take a cab.
Then I quit it all.
It didn’t mix with a stronger need that I had.
I was starting a new chapter in my life.
I had run the gauntlet and made it.
Others … ?
It took 6 months to cough the tar out of my lungs.
I never smoked again and I had no inclination
to do any of that other stuff either.
I was done.
But why did I do it?
I don’t know? I just felt I needed to.
I don’t regret it. But I don’t encourage it.
It’s stupid and destructive.
When I stopped everything I lost most of my friends.
Our relationship revolved around drugs and drinking.
They didn’t want me around if I wasn’t participating.
I felt the same way about them.
Did I dodge the bullet?
I hope so.
I walked away.
And started a new life.