From The Hills Of Arkansas

When I took my first drink, I was instantly happier than I had ever been; the feeling was something I had never expected.  My bed was spinning around like a top, but even though I felt extremely nauseous, I wanted another drink. The next day I searched everywhere for the homemade blackberry wine I accidently found and helped myself to, but it was gone. Mostly I recall the uncontrollable urge to drink alcohol again in order to get that feeling of utopia back.