Alcohol and cocaine killed me, I just haven't died yet. No one ever told me, you can't drink every day for 10 years without fucking your liver up. Not even 1 beer. That 1 beer is enough to keep your liver from healing that day. I was pretty poor my whole life, hell I feel rich in the very lowest of middle class these days. There were many months on end that I alloted myself 1 $0.99 can of steel reserve or natural ice (fucking yuk) or some other ultra cheap beer. I've made and drank 100's of gallons of wine, I started with fruit juice cocktail kool-aid and Fleishmans bread yeast and I ended at 5 5 gallon carboys of wildberry skeeter pee ran until the alcohol killed the yeast at 13+% (skeeter pee= 2 32 oz. jugs of lemon juie, 5 lbs of berries I picked by the bucket and a 5 lb bag of sugar. I was an alcoholic before I graduated high school. I've always said I was raaised by a pack of wolves, but really, I was raised by no one, I raised myself. I remember being 6 years old and my mom woke me up as she was leaving for work. There was only 1 goal. I better make it to school or I'd be brutally beaten. I had to dress myself, pick out my own clothes not make breakfast because I was 6, and walk my ass to school. After school, I was to go straight home and no one was there for 2 more hours until my mom got home. It was different times then. Times when parents put their wants first and children were seen and not heard, but preferably not seen either