I've made her the promise to quit alcohol. That choice is not only easy because I'm doing it for her, but that decision is easy because mostly I'm doing it for myself. Rae says that if she'd live in Seattle, she would be exposed to almost every drug. She's willing to try them. I'm so, so scared. If I, however, let that happen; ever; I will have made the mistake of my lifetime and if she will try them with all her will, there is a danger that it will hit her hard. In the worst case, if she ends up in the hospital because of blood poisening or similar causes, I will feel to be responsible for it partly, because I would have failed to convience her that life isn't about drugs, but drugs are all about life and death. My heart cries everytime, as I think about it. I've seen the consequences; I don't want to see them on Rae nor do I want to see her walk the road towards it.