I was a weekend drinker and really good at it. The last weekend I drank I started Friday after work, continued throughout Saturday starting with a brandy-coffee. Closed down the bar and continued drinking until we all passed out around 4:00 AM. Got up around 8:00 AM for some spicy Bloody Mary's and liars dice in the bar we closed down. Left there around 2:00 PM and took a taxi home. It was Mother's Day so I thought it would be a good idea to call good ol' Mom and I did.

A couple of days later I went to my Dad's house and he asked if I had talked to my mother lately. I proudly told him I had called her just the Sunday before. He told me I was a stupid fuk because I was loaded when I called and I hurt her feelings badly.

That was in '94 and I haven't had a drink since that day.