I can relate brother. I have one of those personalities where one is too many and twenty is not enough.
I love being sloshed off my face, it makes the pain go away, let's me become someone else for a while, and for a few hours thongs are pretty good.
That first beer, the expectation, the closest thing you can get to a sort of 'buzz' and then the gates of hell open and it's 04:00, I'm drawing £200 from an ATM to pay a dealer for 3 grams of Joss Aucklands Spunky Backpack, vomiting madras out of my nose down a dress shirt and smoking a cigarette I couldn't tell you where it came from if my life depended on it (somewhat ironically).
It is for this reason that I generally abstain and there for when I do 'fall off the wagon' I do it alone in the safety of my own home with all you guys for company, listening to the Hotel California on repeat.
Peace my brothers and sister... Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.
DBD