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.
I joined the Army at seventeen. Because of my alcohol use, I...
-- David G.