Yes, I would sit outside the Taco Macs with a pint of Fosters just to get in. No longer it was a luxury, it became a necessity. The worst part was, I thought I could quit on my own, but always came up an excuse to drink. After entering the fellowship of AA, insistence of my shrink, and going through the book alcoholics anonymous, I realized the main problem centers in the mind and it will always trick me back into taking that first drink. And that I have to change the perspective of life. I cant be selfish and self-centered. Had to change.
