If I ever turn into one of those people who say: "When I was getting sober . . . " please shoot me.
You know the kind: "When I was getting sober the old-timers wouldn't let me talk for the first 20 years. They said: 'Shut your mouth and keep it shut - maybe some day we'll let you say something. Or go to the bathroom.' We didn't get coffee then - we drank battery acid and we liked it. If you were good they'd let you put in some crushed glass and cigarette butts for flavor, 'cos the coffee was shit. And we liked it like that."
Gimme a break.
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