I grew into my size at about the age of 12.
I learned rather quickly that anger and frustration combined with my size could get someone hurt. Knowing that my family has a proclivity (Ten dollar word with five cents tax)towards alcoholism I've always kept the drinking to a minimum. I'm certainly no Hulk, but if I got drunk and angry and started throwing punches...I'd rather not.

One or perhaps two over an evening is enough for me, and the wife and I take turns being the designated driver even if we haven't really imbibed enough to impede our abilities.

Funny thing, I'm being treated for depression. Every time I go to a different doctor they all ask the same question (in different ways) about ten times. "How much do you drink". As if I'd lie nine times and confess on the tenth?