Mitt liv som Per

Kändisnykterister är ju ett kärt ämne för mig och i dagens Aftonbladet står det att läsa om två personers aktiva val som nykterister. Sverker Olofsson visste jag redan om, men att Gene Simmons, medlem i mitt gamla favoritband Kiss, också är det var en riktigt glad överraskning. Efter lite efterforskning hittar jag följande klockrena intervjucitat från mannen med tungan:

"I, literally, at parties, when somebody says "toast," I try to take a sip. But, without saying it for effect, it's true when as soon as I smell alcohol I start to gag. I may be blessed with some kind of chemical reaction against it, but I won't go near the most beautiful woman who's got my name written all over her if she opens her mouth and smells like a truck driver who's just drank Bud. I'm outta there. Gone. It always struck me bizarre that women are willing to paint their mouths beautifully with lipstick and yet smoke and drink and make their breath smell like ... a garbage heap. So ... I can't do that. I can't be around people who numb their senses.(...) So I'm happy to be alive every single day. And I want my senses working 24 hours a day. And if you were in my room and we were going to have a liaison, and you were high, you'd be out on your butt before you could spell your last name. Because if you don't want to experience me with all the senses God gave you, you don't deserve to be with me."

Och hur kunde alla föräldrar, lärare och andra vuxna på 70- och 80-talen få för sig att Kiss var dåliga förebilder?

                                                 Sverker och Gene.