Running the universe

I was the general manager of the universe. At least that was my self-proclaimed title. I didn’t realize that was what I was acting like, but everyone else did. If you didn’t take my advice I’d get really upset and some form of my wrath would descend upon you. And all that time I was being so nice (I thought). I’d be all sweet and light but would turn on you in a heartbeat. That was my alcoholism. That was me prior to September 8, 1994.