Just one. People who could have just one drink used to really pi$$ me off. What nerve. Half the time they wouldn't even finish it. Just leave it sitting there on the resteraunt table, unloved, ignored, oh so lonely. Calling out with it's siren song to me "Steal me..Take me...DRINK ME!" "HELLO!!! ...Reality Calling..." I never wanted one of anything in my entire life!! My "drug of choice" was MORE!!! Anywhere, anytime, anyone (if they were buying). This was a pervasive thread in my mental makeup. It plays out as "I want what I want, and I want it NOW...