I did SAF.
And, that is my past, almost word for word! Your parents could be mine. The drinks cabinet, the raiding of it, swigging Harvery's Bristol Cream sherry.
The drugs, first speed, then pills and then coke. Always searching for that high, that buzz.
See the 'difference' between us, is that I am an alcoholic.
As in - I drink to feel fuzzy. I drink because I think fuck it, I want a high. I want that warm, mellow hit. I can't stop at one, two or three drinks. I can't not drink the bottle if it's open.
I used to hide how much I drank, take a slurp and top up my glass more than anyone else's.
Sneak a drink whilst I was alone before it was officially 'drink o'clock'.
I have no control once I start.
The more I have, the more I want and need to get that high.
And, even though, I know it could ruin my life, damage my mental and physical well being, I would still have a drink. Right now, if you offered me one.
That way it would be your fault. You offered it so it would be rude not to take it. I have never walked past a free bar to the soft drinks. Never.
I'd rather stay at home and drink than go out and see people. That way, I could have as much as I wanted and no-one would know.
Well, no-one but me!
So, I am an alcoholic.