First of Many Fears

Two ways I surely don't want to die are; being slowly eaten by a shark, and shot in a hold-up. I refuse to buy booze in liquor stores whose windows and doors are covered in bars. Here's something else. I never want to get a nose like this one. How the fuck does that happen? I know you have to drink tons, but like any physical anomaly what if it just spontaneously happened? If I were drinking heavily, and saw the faintest hint of a tomato sauce nose, I'd most likely stop.