If I could go back and never touch alcohol, I would. I've never had a serious 'problem' with it, per se, but I feel it's done nothing but make me stupider, fatter, and fueled my pessimism...
... Opiates, however, are a different story. Mother Morphine is the only love affair of my life that I can confidently say t'will be 'til death do we part. But nevertheless, she is a strict mistress... There is none kinder while we are together, but when I neglect her, the retribution is harsh... And I adore her for it. She is the most poetic of vices, to be sure...