My natal Mars Mercury in the blunt 9th house sprung to life to defend (Saturn) against my fake alcoholism (Neptune).
First a boast:
“Drinking problem, huh? Well how about you ask anyone in the world if I am drunk, other than the person who made this claim and see what you find out? That ought to be amusing,” I said.
And then another boast:
“Well I’ll tell you something. For someone who drinks all the time I sure do show up sober all the time, have you noticed? I have been to all these meetings with you people and I’ve yet to slur a word. Why do you think that is? What might explain my sobriety? Can we think of anything? Jeez, man. I think you’ve been bamboozled, what do you think?” I challenged.
Problem is there are a good number of people (more civilized than me) who would imagine a person would only talk to authority figures who hold your fate in their hands in such a manner after they’d had a couple drinks.
I stopped short of asking them if they would like to smell my breath although it did cross my mind.
pictured – The Absinth Drinker, 1901, Pablo Picasso