I was a binge drinker, buddy. Started just on weekends. Then the weekends began to start on Thursday. Then Wednesday. Figured that was pretty good. But then they started lasting longer, too. Went into Monday and then Tuesday. Then 5:00 PM became 4:00 PM and you can guess the rest of that chord progression. I do not mean to offend you, pfr. Not preaching to you, either.It is a hard habit to kick. Never really do actually. Twenty years after stopping, I can sometimes taste how good a light rum--four ounce shot--would taste. Damn. Makes my mouth water right now. I was just a common drunk. My drinking affected my life, none of it for the good. I will offer you my hand, my shoulder, my time, my heart, my empathy; no sympathy though. I go through the nightmare of my thoughts every damned day of my life. Some people can have a few and they're fine. I couldn't do that--ever. Weak? Maybe in some eyes. Strong? Well, I'll put it this way: strong enough to have quit, but it's a daily thing, because I have to quit everyday, right before I start. You ever want to talk, I'll be glad to liste. Promise, no advice. You have my word. Hard enough to leave it alone without some AH telling you how great you're doing. I've been doing great for twenty years, but let me get on the outside of one and I'll be the common ordinary drunken AH I was. That, my friend, scares me more than death itself.