What a sad existence it is as an active alcoholic.
I drank every day, the days I worked, I drank in the evening only. On the days that I didn't work, I drank from the second I could physically stomach it. The days where I didn't work obviously increased. I was partial to drinking beer, but I would drink anything if it was available. When I wasn't drinking, all I was thinking about was how quickly I could get to the liquor store to buy more. And would I be able to withstand the agony of not having any. It was a torturous life.
Near the bottom, I was likely to drink even the remains in old beer cans. I threw out the rubbing alcohol in my medicine cabinet because I was afraid that it was possible that I may drink it during a blackout.
I never want to go back to that life again.