Once there was an alcoholic lost in the desert. He was in real trouble, dying of thirst and exposure. Just as he was about to give up hope, he stumbled across a genie's lamp. He picked up the lamp and rubbed it. Out popped a genie who said "Looks like you could use a little help. Today's your lucky day! I'll grant you two wishes."
The alcoholic looks around at the blazing sand, licks his lips and says "I want a magic bottle of vodka that's always ice cold, and no matter how much I drink, it will fill itself back up again".
Genie says "Done!" as the bottle appears before him. The alcoholic cracks the top and chugs half the bottle, then watches as the level rises back up to the top. Wow, he thinks. This is great.
"And for your last wish?" the genie asks.
The alcoholic replies "I'll have another bottle just like the first!"
That would be right.
I think there is a gene that predisposes some of us to addictions. My mother could get a bottle of booze no matter what you did to her.