You see, my great grandfather nearly worked himself to death.
My grandfather nearly drank himself to death.
My father nearly smoked himself to death.
My friends and I are having a competition to see what kills us first—the work, the amphetamines*, the women or the overthinking.
At least we have options.
*Caffeine pills** are like Flinstone gummies to us at this point.
**Why not coffee you ask? Well, like any seasoned drug user, we value precision of dosage over the pleasure of preferred method of ingestion.