I was in a lot of pain because of a back injury. No need to ask the doc for pain pills when good old reliable alcohol was around. I got the cheap supermarket vodka in the large jug, and just had one, though that one was in one helluva mug, and I wasn't shy about refreshing it. Somehow over half the bottle managed to fit in that one glass. I was wondering who was sneaking in the house and stealing my liquor.
My family was out of my life, and I hardly had any friends. But one I did have said "Why don't you go to an AA meeting, it might be fun." So I went to see the freaks, went home for a drink and felt smug. But a few weeks later I was laying on the floor one day and felt ready to be taken out with the garbage. I thought "Maybe I should go to AA." Then I thought, "Naaaa, that place is completely bizarre." Then I thought "Wait a minute, I'll do it!"
Good thing I have a taste for the bizarre.
That was October '82. Haven't had a drink since.