I read dry a few months ago. Good book! I didn't hoard, I was a closet drunk. I kept just enough for me to drink that night. Went to the store daily. It was routine. I had to count all my "empty's" to be sure I had them all lest I leave on on the counter somewhere and it would be seen. I was utterly paranoid when I couldn't get the empty's out. Hid them under the bed in the guestroom. Then worried, worried, worried, they'd be found. We had "trash day" so, every night I had to haul my empties across the street to the apartment complex dumpster.
It was exhausting be a drunk!