Telling the Truth

My concept of right and wrong, good and bad, lie and truth got warped long before I took my first drink. My pride and greed were out of hand, and I never felt guilt and remorse and wouldn't have known or accepted what they were even if I had felt them. I was a "me" maniac at such an early age that my entire personality was formed with that defect as a base. I'm sure that there were some good things about me and other things that were wrong, but I believe that pride and greed were the predominant factors in my development--or rather my undevelopment. It's no wonder I became such a master at dishonesty. No one was like me, I was special, the best. If I lost at something I found an excuse, and believed it. If somebody had something I liked or wanted and couldn't have I would convince myself that whatever they had was only for sissies and suckers. I turned into a hood who hung out and didn't do too much since my list of sissy and sucker stuff was getting pretty long. As my list grew so did my need for booze.