My infatuation with alcohol started long before I’d ever thought about drinking. It began when I was seven, after I’d spotted a tall bottle of Galliano and a few gift boxes on my Grandmother’s dining room table.
Perhaps you were once the type of alcoholic-addict who drank and used drugs the way I used to: as much and as often as possible. Maybe you got comfortable driving under the influence as well as lying to friends and family about how much and how often you used. You may have convinced yourself that you were just a social drinker and could have been successful, like I once was, at talking your way out of a DUI with a funny story about how you lost your pants.