From the November 2007 magazine.

To The Gates Of Insanity

A very sick alcoholic finally surrenders

When i was young, i used to get beers for family members. Every time I did, I took a big swig out of the can. Everybody thought it was cute.

Little did I know of my destiny. After the weekend family parties, there would be a good twelve-pack or better left. Each night, I would drink five or six of them until they were gone. My parents never said a thing. I got to feel what a good beer buzz was like. I became a power drinker and carried that reputation throughout high school. I could slam beers faster than anyone.

-- David G.

Brawley, California

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