Originally Posted by joethemechanic

The first time I drank at 16 years old in 1977 I had 2 beers. The room spun and I puked my guts out. I cried "God make this stop" all night.

You would have thought I would have never taken another drink. But here is what I thought, I had a plan,,,,,,,, I figured if I drank more, I'd learn how to drink right. In my crazy head, I figured it was like learning to ride a bicycle, I thought I just needed to dust myself off and get back on and ride.

You know the "plan" probably would have worked if I had died at about 30 like I always figured. But the motorcycle wreck at 100 mph + or the airplane crash never happened. By 40 I was a really F ed up drunk with lots of problems.

Funny how the stinkin thinkin works isn't it?