I watched my father drink six vodka tonics and live a perfectly functional life, so, I figured it was possible. I figured I’d be able to do the same thing. But there was something lurking in my shadows and my genes, like a creepy beast in a dark place, something I had that my father did not, and it would be a decade before we knew what it was. Alcoholism, addiction—you call it what you want, I’ve chosen to call it a Big Terrible Thing.
