I gave up the weed at about age 30, I started getting the fears too often, it was only an occasional social habit anyway, and there were positive sides to my dope - smoking years. Alcohol - wise, excesses of youth turned into weekends only when I got big and responsible, (kind of), and beer became mostly wine. Then I moved to Indonesia, where decent wine is all but impossible to get, at least where I live, and costs a fortune, so then it was occasional beers with guests when we were running the lodge as a guesthouse. When that all stopped we (myself and she who is most beloved) sort of forgot to drink alcohol, and now it's only if we're out with friends. My last remaining vice is nicotine, I smoke way too many roll - ups; tobacco's cheap as chips over here and it's still very much a smoking culture. I write, in a modest way, and that's all fuelled by caffeine and nicotine, and I'll probably die with a roll - up in my mouth, but after 40 odd years of smoking it's so far so good, and no one gets out alive, after all....