A Livejournal entry written by celibatedi:

Morrissey, my love
Just a rant.

I knew Morrissey liked Vodka. “I quite like Vodka” he said.
I have a problem with people “quite liking” alcohol. Medical reasons, you know? I should paste a link to some medical explanation on what a single sip of alcohol does to your body, but I don’t want to… I’ve opted for just letting people drink their lives, I don’t care. I just won’t allow a drunk friend in my house, ever. And I don’t enjoy spending time with drinking people. I’m not judjing, I drink champagne in Christmas, maybe beer on a special day… But that’s because I don’t like alcohol, I don’t think it tastes good, and I think it’s stupid to drink something that makes you scrunch your face and end up acting like an idiot.

But Morrissey drinking heavy amounts of vodka and going onstage looking weird… makes me sad, truly sad. I’m pessimistic and I foresee a dark future. His body and features will resent it. And though I would love Moz regardless of the natural (or accidental) decay of his body, I won’t forgive him for ending up a nasty drinker, if not a downright alcoholic.

That’s not my Morrissey, know what I mean? It’s like, and just imagine, it’s not what I think will happen, Morrissey ever being found dead with a needle stuck in his arm. Not him, right?

I don’t want Morrissey to drink a lot.

Have your say if you want, I’m just sad.