>If you’ve followed my writing over the years, even out of your periphery, then you know that I enjoying drinking. A lot. On a regular basis. Beer and I have been friends for a great many years.But lately, beer hasn’t exactly been a good friend to me.It’s not the drinking that’s become the problem. Beer and I can still spiral down into our familiar, warm, safe place. It’s the hangovers that have become unbearable.It’s the waking-up-late; it’s the feeling-like-dog-shit; it’s the hating myself–so much that I wish I could somehow get out of my own dog-shit-feeling body–that I can’t fucking…