You know, when I was a teenager I thought I would never drink in my life. Alcohool, to me, tasted horrible, and I didn't like the effects of it. Time went by, I became more social, more friendly, and life began to suck harder and harder, things got worse all the time. I started to go out more, and pubs and night clubs, and while I would refuse to drink before, I started to get used to it. I began to apreciate it. Suddenly, I became very interested in drinking. Now I'm proud to say I love to drink, and I have become an alcohoolic!

Well it's not a pretty story, it's sad and pathetic, but I never said it would be a happy story.