Especially towards the end, I would always carry around a pepsi bottle with it being full of booze. Maybe just a second or two of actual cola, but mostly booze. That just became the norm for me. The sick part of that was, it was only enough to get the dry heaves to slow down so i could actually go out or eat something. There were 2 sides to me...withdrawal me and drunk me.
I drank everywhere. I just got really good at hiding it. Or maybe I wasn't so good at it and people just left me alone to avoid a confrontation.
What a crappy way to live.