You're right, I did 'quit' bourbon. It got to the point that I endangered my life and the lives of others every time I drank the stuff, so I laid off of it for a few years. I got tired of waking up and not remembering anything past 9:30 pm, even though I didn't go to bed until 4:00 am. I got tired of people getting pissed off at the stupid shit I did or said to them, especially when I didn't have the faintest recollection of what they were talking about.
So what did I do? I found bourbon's more refined cousin: Scotch.
Scotch has a similar effect on me, but I am not nearly as violent when I drink it. I do stupid shit, like the Arkansas Incident from this past May, which is a whole other story in itself, and something I can honestly say I'm not proud of considering it almost cost me my marriage.
I'm not sure if I'll jump back on the Bourbon Bandwagon on 11/24 or not. Who knows, I may buy a fifth of Popov and brown-bag it all day.