OUT OF AFRICA

THE gaffes that resulted from my antisocial drinking were innumerable. What initially started off as an acceptable way of spending time out with friends insidiously made my whole life topsy-turvy. I got involved in fights over trifles, spent more money than I could afford, made promises I seldom kept, got hooked up with the wrong women and company, and fought hard to justify uncouth conduct when my feet finally steadied and my mind was cleared of the haze of alcoholic lunacy and over zealousness. That was my long journey into the abyss of alcoholism.