My Sister and I Quit Drinking-- A Diary of Sorts: Introduction Last fall, I decided I wanted to try being sober. My sister Sybil immediately leapt on the idea. She can’t quit unless I do, I can’t quit unless she does. Why? Why not? I can't quit unless there is no alcohol in the house. Sybil, on the other hand, lives 4 houses down and keeps her alcohol at my house (her partner doesn’t approve). She also smokes the pot that I grow. She smokes and drinks vodka every afternoon. Not a lot, just a “fix”. It used to be right about when I got home from work, when I was tired, usually hungry, and just wanted to be alone. It became more irritating as I tried to cut back my own habits on the weekdays. There she’d be, dribbling pot on the counter, stinking up the kitchen, leaving black wads of half-smoked pot in the sink, pouring vodka; and then sitting down and looking at me expectantly as a source of entertainment. The following are my ruminations on the experience. -----------