Boy. What a tough day. Time to go home, lay down on the couch, and unwind with a nice tall glass of meth.

Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against drinking, aside from the liver damage and the family destruction.

I just wonder if there's something about the romantic nature and utilitarian ease of a glass of red wine that makes it is a more socially acceptable form of drug use. Similar to why painkillers are such a growing addiction. It's just a pill. Like my multivitamin.

Now, if imbibing a glass of red wine forced you to rubber cuff your arm heroin-junkie style - there's no way that's taking off.