And, you know better! You have been very much earning of my respect and gratitude. So, it disappoints me when you behave stupidly towards me. I get it. . . Oh boy, do I ever get it. . . it's the drink, that's what it does. I know you're no alcoholic, not at all as I have been, but I think you underplay the lack of control it has on you when you do engage. Maybe you shouldn't drink. Sobriety is much more attractive on you. Catch more flies with honey rather than whiskey.
As for me, I cannot drink. Even when I think it's safe to, that I won't possibly get into trouble, trouble has literally arrived at my doorstep, unwelcomed and uninvited at 2:30 in the morning. So, it doesn't matter the circumstance nor the time. I flat out can not drink. Anything. Ever. I won't ask you to do the same. You're not the kind of jackass I am when drunk, but I don't like the disrespectful dungpile that avalanches when you engage with me upon drinking.