I do make a plum rum for Christmas, but I don't get drunk.
After spending my enlistment half drunk I don't drink as much anymore. I'd end up in fights and have to hear about it from the guys. Aparently I had a penchant for throwing guys down stairs because I loved my whiskey and loved to be confrontational.
My earliest memory is of my mom passing a joint to my aunt while making Thanksgiving dinner. I think I was 3.
I remember days waking up at seeing puke in the driveway from one heck of a time the previous night my parents had.
Watched cousins smoke a lot of meth off of tin foil, my aunt and uncle are hopped up on adderall probably right now...and it's not pretty.
Real good friend committed suicide because he couldn't score anymore meth or weed, and was fired from his job living at home.
Now where would we be without drugs? Because seriously out of the 6 family members who've died of cancer in the 15 years and 1 right now stage 4 undergoing experimental treatments in not sure why smoking pot is such an asset. Pot don't cure brain cancer, just ask my uncles headstone.
But would have to agree more spur of the moment violent things happen on alcohol than weed.