I’ve always found Mickey to be a bit wet. So fucking cheerful! Goofy would be another matter entirely. Between the two of them, they have just about every Christian I’ve ever met covered.
While I was still drinking there was this little mouse who would come out from behind the floor heater and just sit there. I used to talk to him. He didn’t talk back. I’ve never been sure if he was real or not. Probably real, because I was off my face and not sobering up at the time. I seem to have dodged a bullet in never experiencing the DT’s as far as I can tell. That doesn’t happen while you are drunk, it happens when a severe alkie is sobering up. It’s not far from there to an alcoholic seizure and possible death.