Just an interesting tale of a man's drinking life

[Luco El Loco]

Drunk on Life
Confessions of a non-alcoholic non-drinker.

It's quite long so here are a couple of highlights...

If a series of unfortunate events like that didn't force me to reconsider the drinking life, perhaps nothing ever would. I continued to drink throughout college (where I once was so hungover at a meeting with a professor that, while his back was turned to find a passage in a book, I ran out of his office and down the hall, found a bathroom, vomited, cleaned up, popped a breath mint, and returned to his office before he'd noticed I was missing) and into my late thirties. I drank to forget, I drank to gain courage, I drank to sleep, I drank because I enjoyed the taste, I drank on dares, I drank as a game, I drank to keep up with other drinkers, I drank because I had nothing better to do. I drank because I could. I drank because I'd been taught to.

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Once, after seeing a show by some forgettable Zep-obsessed local rock band in a school gym, I was handed a bottle of Jack Daniels by the band's manager. "It's laced with acid," he said; the substance had clearly inspired the guitarist's 29-minute encore solo. I'd never intended to experiment beyond alcohol, but I carried the bottle gingerly back to the house of a friend whose parents were gone for the weekend. There, after our traditional post-concert meal of Bisquick dumplings with Southern Comfort, I perched the tampered whiskey atop a small TV set and stared at it for hours--until the friend saw it and asked where it was from.