Shit man, back in my junior high/high school days I was the mad up-and-coming alcoholic of my social group. Always the one who got incomprehensibly wasted on scotch or whiskey while everyone was casually swilling beers, and would more often than not end the night with my head halfway in the toilet. Bad fucking scene, man. I'm not too sure what it was exactly that turned me off of the booze, maybe it was not wanting to wind up like my old man (also an unrepentant alcoholic), maybe it was getting sick of the godawful morning-afters, maybe it was the discovery of marijuana and other, more entertaining substances to consume. Most likely some combination of all of the above, but by Grade 12 I was barely drinking, even socially, anymore. As it is, it's been at least a couple of years since I've had so much as a beer. But I suppose that's due to the heroin addict's general disgust for all things alcoholic, rather than any willpower on my part.