I just picked up the second volume of Lee Kuan Yew’s autobiography and read the forward by Henry Kissinger. That’s enough to suggest that Lee is part of the autocratic world made by decolonization in the aftermath of the Second World War.
That is all on that point.
The other day I met with a friend who I worked with in Asia and who, for a brief period of time, lived in North Carolina. He’s moving away, unfortunately, but still, it was good to see him.
We talked about our experiences since SE Asia (I wanted to say “war”) and I talked about my struggles with alcoholism.
I’ve been back to Asia several times, trying to make things work between my brain and a job. Unfortunately, each time I went back I found some reason to drink. Usually beer, though when in Laos I did drink a lot of bourbon. But it’s Jim Beam’s fault. They came out with a honey flavored bourbon and a Devil’s Cut bourbon squeezed from the wooden barrels in which they age the liquor.
These were good things, and I and friends, would consume at least a bottle a night. So while I thoroughly enjoyed the nights, the mornings were lackluster and slow. For alcohol is my downfall. I have discovered, after a lengthy time of sobriety, that even one drink can affect my cognitive abilities for several days and thus leave me unable to perform at my job or sometimes even to not get up for my job.
This failed to please my superiors and I found myself quickly without a job. That’s why I’ve returned to the United States so many times and haven’t been in Asia for very much over the past couple years. The last time I went, I went to Vietnam and worked for a law firm there. I lasted two months before I went crazy (a different story) and left the position. I started drinking at the tenth anniversary celebration of the firm. It was a great celebration and I got really drunk. That was the end of sobriety in Vietnam.
When I was first in the hospital back in 2010 the doctor suggested I was dual diagnosis. This means that in addition to a certain mental illness, there are substance abuse issues. I went to dual diagnosis group sessions and even an AA meeting held in the hospital. This was not for me. But I agreed to a year of sobriety once I was out of the hospital. That didn’t last long (but again, another story).
And just to clarify, I did not mention Henry Kissinger for SEO purposes. It just happened to be the last thing I read before sitting down to write.