I loved alcohol, craved alcohol. But I hated drugs. The few times I had smoked pot, I had become incapacitated, lying immobile on the floor while shoveling Oreo cookies into my face before passing out. My friends thought it was great, but I didn’t like the idea of losing control of my body. I preferred to be wild with a belly full of booze instead of remembering what happened when I was high and unable to move.
