1989 Jeep Cherokee
Wife asked me to quit this weekend. Pretty much the "me and your son, or alcohol" conversation. Had a big bottle of a high ABV beer last night and went to bed. Drank the rest of the Macallan 18 I had on Friday night and passed out on the couch. Woke up today for my morning run and had to walk the last part of it because my stomach was going to explode. I've gone a month or so for diets previously. I don't know how this is different other than I never get the feeling of being drunk again. I'm sure it will come with time.