I can remember early on in my teen years trying to stomach large amounts of alcohol, wanting desperately to “drink like a man”. It almost always ended badly those days because of the strong taste and the harsh shock to a system not yet primed for the coming years of abuse. Later in life as an alcoholic it became just the opposite where I constantly tried to resist the urge to drink alcohol, but inevitably found myself polishing it off by the bottle.
The Miller Pony was my starting point, but regardless if it’s Boone’s Farm or Peach Schnapps most people begin drinking something weak or sweet and masking because the hard stuff is just unpleasant to drink. My learning curb was steep though, in just a few short years I was swilling vodka straight from the plastic bottle- success! I had gone from making a squinty face with every swig to waking up with a hot beer in the morning to settle both my stomach and shaking hands. Not only had I learned how to hold my alcohol, unfortunately I had also acquired a taste for misery. It still amazes me to today to think how badly I wanted, and how hard I worked at becoming a successful substance abuser and subsequently an alcoholic. Ouch.
Enjoy the clip and have a safe and sober weekend!
