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It's hilarious that he actually thinks he was being good by "only" having a couple of glasses of wine a day since his surgery (you know "coupla glasses" = a bottle). He is such a stereotypical in denial alcoholic. There is literally no hope for him now. He clearly cannot function without booze, which is a real indicator of what a miserable person he is despite the chuckling, happy-go-lucky persona he tries so desperately to put on.
He'll absolutely be dead within the next 5 years and then the vultures aka Missy and Joe, can circle his corpse for whatever shekels he has left. Nice life and legacy, stupid. Feed Nana.
This shit is hitting way too close for me:
Back in 2008-ish, I thought Ant was "cool" and I definitely admired his McMansion and his cars and him getting big titty porn stars to hang out in his hot tub. Ant was honestly a factor in my decision to live alone, during that era.
After living alone for a while, I could see that it was really impacting my mental health. For instance, there was one night where I went out to dinner (eating alone, of course) and I remember being pissed because the waitress was making small talk with me. The longer I lived alone, the less I wanted to talk to ANYONE.
I was also seeing that every year I got older, it was getting harder and harder to date. I felt like I was headed towards a scenario where I'd be living alone, mad at the world, drinking 24x7, and just generally being an alcoholic self-destructive hermit.
So I got married and settled down.
When Ant got fired, my FIRST THOUGHT was that it would be INCREDIBLY easy for him to blame EVERYTHING on booze and pills. Ant was drunk all the time.
I really and truly think that O&A could have lasted as a show, if Ant had just checked into rehab immediately. The media doesn't like racism, but it tends to give people a pass if they blame everything on booze, drugs and hookers. Tom Sizemore was getting acting gigs a long time after his life went off the rails.
I had to stop drinking a year ago, because I basically trashed my liver. Yesterday I was talking to my wife, about the fact that I have a hard time getting excited about things that I used to love. For instance, I used to looooooove pouring a big tumbler of grapefruit juice and vodka, and then I would make art, sometimes for two days in a row. I was obsessed. And I've really lost enthusiasm for it now, and I couldn't figure out why. If you saw the office that I'm typing this in, it looks like someone's art studio exploded; there's just shit all over the place, from various projects that I've been working on, some for 10+ years. (I once worked on a piece, every day, for an entire year.)
And then my wife explained what's going on: I'm depressed.
It had never even crossed my mind, but I'd basically been pouring vodka into my face hole for decades, and now that I don't drink, the things that I used to love seem kinda stupid. I never actually finish any of my art pieces, I just have a bunch that are half-assed and half-finished. But it looks like the reason I never finished anything was because it was never about finishing something, making art was just something I liked to do while getting fucked up.
When I was 21 I had to stop playing videogames because my obsession with them was ruining my life (lost my job, flunked out of college), and I've always been a bit of a snob about people who spend the weekends pounding beers and playing Playstation. But I'd never even noticed that I'd just replaced "playing videogames" with "making art" and then turned it into the self destruction olympics with liters of vodka.