Looking back I’m not sure why I ever did. I stopped after New Years 2011. I had a couple of pints back in summer but I’ve been bone-dry since and I have no intentions of ever going back to drinking. It’s expensive, embarrassing and handicapping. It’s awful for my depression and my waistline. If you manage to stop for 2 months, I recommend stopping forever. It absolutely hasn’t stopped me from going out with friends who drink and having a wild time with them.
Hostile's Life List
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1. learn to skateboard
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2. go to burning man
1,614 people -
3. Go to Mardi Gras
718 people -
4. not worry about what others think of me
1 entry . 2 cheers779 people -
5. learn kung fu
1 entry . 1 cheer805 people -
6. Learn about philosophy
1 entry33 people -
7. breathe fire
35 people -
8. Walk the Nijmegen Marches
1 entry4 people -
9. perform 100 push-ups
1 entry1 person -
10. write a teleplay
2 people -
11. run a marathon
1 cheer12,814 people -
12. own a motorbike
53 people -
13. learn to do the windmill
11 people -
14. Learn to play the guitar
13,800 people -
15. skydive
1 entry . 1 cheer11,451 people -
16. get a tattoo
21,983 people -
17. grow cannabis
1 entry . 1 cheer14 people -
18. attend the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam
28 people -
19. smoke DMT
1 entry47 people -
20. write a screenplay
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21. Develop a videogame
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22. learn german
1 entry5,392 people -
23. Learn Japanese
2 cheers10,759 people
How I did it: My first festival was Download Festival '04, I went with some classmates who had organised it. I saved up for the ticket and bought it online, packed all my shit the night before and then got a lift to Donnington with my friends. It's a pretty easy thing to do. After that I started going to festivals in Europe which is slightly more difficult but if you've got experience spending a day just travelling then you've got all the experience yo… Read how I did it…
How I did it: Work, friends and real-world interaction. I first became 'depressed' during my time at University, which ended over a year ago. Towards the end I became ridiculously miserable, locked in my bedroom living 36-hour days. I was unemployed, alone and completely isolated. It was, at times, the most miserable experience of my life. In despair, I ran home to my parents. Getting shit turned around really started with getting work. Having crap … Read how I did it…
It was sorta like a nightmare which, after waking up, one might recall as a positive experience. I was under the impression that the Earth had ended, and was absolutely certain that nothing would ever make sense again. There was some sort of alien entity rearranging an infinite number of universes and I was scared that my reality was lost forever in the shuffle. So yeah, definitely scared and intimidated during the trip, but afterwards I recall it as a good memory and an experience worth having. Smoke that shit up!
Yeah, so… I smoked and got high. It was the most amazing experience of my young life thus far.
So, for the record, I’d definitely change my vote to “worth it” if I could. It was radical.

