I drank because I am an alcoholic. I think on some level I always knew the distruction that would ensue, because of my drinking. I just liked the effect so much that the idea that it would distroy my life became an abstract idea. I always drank to excess. No matter what the reason. No matter location. I was always sick and remorseful the next day, so it wasn't long before booze became my morning pick me up. I was aware that issues with my alcohol consumtion were ill, but I was not ready to look at myself and my life, till I could no longer, not look at things, unless I truely wanted to die, and at the end I did. The element of fun with drinking lasedt a very short time for me. Even the fun years were riddled with one night stands, waking up in strange places, passed out in cars. Sick and vomiting all the next day. Good times
yet I continued for 30 years.
A very powerful drug