Those Touching Stories of Alcohol Are All Lies

I remember growing up in an alcoholic family environment. My father was a good man, hard working, decent, but had trouble holding his alcohol. My entire family tree is clustered with alcoholics. He preferred Beefeater's Gin (90 proof) alcohol. As far as I knew, he drank is straight. I remember one time, he was so drunk he drove into a tree on our way back from 7-11. It was a sad time. It was humiliating. He fell down in 7-11 for fuck's sake. Why or how the clerk's didn't call 911 was a god damn miracle. (We lived 10 houses away).

When he passed away in the late 80's (god rest his soul), my mom met another man who was also an alcoholic. He preferred beer and whiskey. Watch out if he drank Rum because it was all over. He was very abusive and loud. He went full nuts. I find people who drink Rum go absolutely crazy. I've seen it happen. Holes in doors and walls, thrown bottles, yelling so loud that spit flies off their face. Pure blind rage. When my step dad passed away my mom began drinking wine.Home made & brewed wine. I could feel trouble brewing (literally).

I guess that's why I prefer weed over liquor and booze. You might think I blaze a joint every night. To be honest I haven't smoked in a couple of years. One day I'll spark one up; I just haven't found the right connection for it. Too many shady characters in Calgary these days. I made a weed deal a few years ago and I thought I was going to get jacked for sure. It was super-sketchy. Somehow, I walked out with a half ounce of weed (14 grams) for $120.

Sure, I've drank to excess myself. Each time I did, I instantly regretted it. The hangovers were so bad I thought I was going to die. Once, on my 24th birthday, I got so drunk I puked my guts out at work 6 times in my 8 hour shift. I was sick for 3 days. Now I rarely drink if at all. I get really depressed when I drink alcohol. I can't handle liquor at all. It really throws me under the bus.

I am tainted by drinking. I've had too many ruined experiences because of it. I'm no saint. I've seen too many relatives go over the deep end on booze. They never recover. I don't think I've ever smoked weed and felt sick the next day. It never happens.