I Was a Barhopper

MY name is Dood, and I'm an alcoholic. I get a nice warm feeling around my heart when I say that to you, but it wasn't so long ago that I thought I would rather die than ever have that word attached to my name. To me, an alcoholic was a stupid, weak, moral degenerate who lived only to cadge his next drink, inevitably wound up on skid row, and died in delirium tremens.