Let me be clear: I have lived with substance abusers. Many of them. Over many years. It's a sensitive subject and precisely the only reason I responded to one of your comments---the sum of which, those that I've read, strike me as the linguistic equivalent of whittling on the front porch. But judging from the quantity of wood shavings on the porch floorboards, you have a lot of company, so loneliness shouldn't be an issue.

And thank you for identifying the source of the vast emptiness in my life--the absence of your responses. And please alert me if---or when---you no longer consider me a fucking asshole. That'll be a---if not the---definitive sign that it's time to vacate these threads for good and maybe take up whittling on the front porch myself.