I stopped drinking when I was 75. I’ve never felt better. I don’t know if it will help me avoid cancer, but it can’t hurt.
I once heard from a self-proclaimed expert that if a person was to “Drink a quart of Sour Mash whiskey every day for 20 years, they would most assuredly develop cancer.”
Which of course is like a warning of lead poisoning from being shot a lot with bullets.
I don’t drink any more.
Nor do I drink any less . . .
Oh, and for the record, I’m eating a bacon mushroom Swiss burger on sourdough with spicy mustard.