The Beginning
My name is Damien, and I am an alcoholic. See! That wasn't too hard, was it? Not too long ago, I knew I had issues with drinking, but enjoyed it so much that it didn't see myself as having problems. I wasn't always this way. I used to be able to function by only drinking 3-5 times a week. It got much worse during Covid, though. At times, I was drinking myself into a stupor, passing out, then waking up and doing it all over again. But where did this all come from? How did it go that far? Was I just born this way? Was I another one of Frankenstein's monsters that nourished with alcohol? When talking about something that is so deeply ingrained into one's system, it is sometimes good to go into their history and the influences It had on the individual. September 27th, 1975: Let the good times roll!!! I was born at 5:10pm in the evening. I was told that my grandfather was a manager of the local drive-in theater and that he announced my birth over the intercom system....