As I have written on here before and also shared with my loved ones, my rock bottom took awhile to happen. My last drink was a bottle of cheap vodka which I swilled down while driving. Cops found me passed out, by the side of the road. I asked one of them to shot me in the head. They decided not to do that and instead took me to the hospital. I needed to lose my job, my dignity, almost my family and my health. I am 60 years old. I am ever grateful that I did not maim or kill anyone during my drinking/pill days. Stop now and join us on the sober path.