Hi Mr XY,
I am your frontal lobe of the brain, and I feel annoyed while discussing my damage in you. My current terrible condition would perhaps unable to depict the glorious time of past I traveled with you . While working during your childhood I found that you were academically brilliant and one well behaved boy . Oh! Those were the days , when as young handsome man your charisma, articulation skill and swiftness were the talk of the town .I was fully functioning on those days and helped you to invigorate intelligence and calmness . Then I recall a phase, where homesickness and loneliness creep in, and you start drinking for social lubrication. I acknowledge how naive you were to think that occasional alcohol drinking will not make you habituated. But keen to admit,  I get uncomfortable with your growing daily consumption, as my responses went sluggish. Remembering…