"I have.  But it's in Martian.  Stinky has the tapes." Mike looked again at his glass, took a slow sybaritic sip. "We do use some liquor.  A few of us - Saul, myself, Sven, some others - like it.  And I've learned that I can let it have just a little effect, then hold it right at that point, and gain a euphoric growing-closer much like trance without having to withdraw.  The minor damage is easy to repair." He sipped again. "That's what I'm doing this morning - letting myself get just the mildest glow and be happy with you."