My Dad had a few Falstaffs every night and pretty much all day Saturday and Sunday: not that I ever saw him in a condition that I ever recognized as "drunk." Even if I were curious about alchohol, there was absolutely no way that I was going to try to sneak any of his beer. Our house was out in the middle of a corn field and the nearest store was 30 minutes away and the owner had known me since my birth. There were no buddies down the street to party with and no neighborhood gang - there was no neighborhood. By the time I started driving I simply could never figure out how to get away with drinking and my folks not finding out. By the time I was 16 or 17 my Dad started telling stories of him getting drunk on gin, but there wasn't any gin around and I never saw him drink anything but Falstaff, or "fall-flat" as he used to call it.
Dispite the amount that my Dad consumed all of those years, he quite the day he retired. I didn't even know he'd quit. I was in college by then, home for a visit, when I commented to my Mom about there being no beer in the fridge. I wasn't looking for beer for myself. I doubt that even today I would drink in front of my Mom. It was just such a strange thing to open the fridge and not see beer in there, but she said he had not bought any beer since the day he retired. So much for the stresses of the modern business world.
One thing that has stuck with me to this day. Dad was (still is) a private pilot. He was co-owner, with four other pilots, of a North American Navion. One day when I was home from college he says he has to go out to the airport and check on a hydraulic leak repair. We went out there and the repair checked out ok so he says do I want to go flying for a couple of hours. I said cool and we were starting the pre-flight when he says no he can't go flying because he'd had a beer that morning. That was probably 8 hours since the one beer but he would not go up if he had had any beer in the previous 24 hours.
So, what about me? I got to college and started looking for something to get drunk on. Why? Who knows. It was college. Got drunk first time on dorm party coolers. They had atomic collins and Guiana punch that night. I did the atomic collins - everclear and lemonade concentrate (the Guiana punch was everclear and grape juice concentrate). After that, at department parties I'd bring a pint of gin or work out of the hosts' liquor cabinet. I'd clean up their dregs: if they had a finger or two of scotch left in a bottle - dump it over rocks. Scotch, (good) gin, rum, burbon, but never vodka and never anything fruit flavored. I didn't like beer at the time but later discovered that I'd been trying to drink the wrong kind of beer.
Finally turned legal and my 21st birthday celebration put me right off of whiskey. Closest I can figure is at least 30 shots from 9pm to 1am. I have no recollection of how we got home (my buddy's girlfriend had taken our keys so we had walked to the bars and must have walked home, but the memory simply does not exist). About 3:30am I started throwing up. I threw up every 30 to 60 minutes for 21 hours straight. After the first dry heave I started drinking water so there would be something to throw up.
Last drunk was in Elko, NV in 1989. Sat down at a $2 blackjack table and started drinking free gin. I sat post, holding on 12 and drinking gin. I broke even on the night (plus the free gin) when I threw down my hole card: "21," I says. "That's 22, sir," says the dealer. "Well," says I, "I guess I'd better leave, then." I gave him a tip and started walking the thirty blocks back to where I was staying. In that 30 blocks I got propositioned 10 times. Those chicks could spot a drunk comin' a mile away! Made home with all of my cash though.
Since college there just haven't been the opportunities to drink (except for that casino in Elko). I never drank in my dorm room or apartment and I've got beer in the fridge today that is left over from a picnic 6 months ago. I just don't drink away from a party, and then I've never gotten drunk where I've had to drive home - only where I could crash or walk home. Not to be righteous: that's just that parental conditioning kicking in.
Sarge said:
Alcohol is NOT evil, it's just a substance. The evil is in the person who shows a lack of control.
Setting "evil" aside: alcohol is an addictive substance, as is nicotine and a slew of others, some controlled and some legal. I have drunk alot but outside specific social settings I feel no urge to drink. OTOH..I started smoking at about 12 by stealing my Grandfathers cigar butts and fear of being caught had no impact. If I had a pack of cigarettes I was going to smoke until I ran out. I didn't quit until I was 40 and that took divine intervention. My point? Some of us can be addicted by a chemical process that has nothing to do with evil. Some drink, or smoke, for purely social or personal reasons. For some, self control is not possible. I didn't quit smoking on my own. I had help: help that continues to protect me to this day. I am glad that I was not predisposed to alcoholism. I drank for social reasons and when I left that particular social environment I quit. For some it's not that easy.
Oh, yeah - my vote: yes