I used to drink a ton, though neither of my parents drank at all, at least when I knew them. Suspect my dad may have been a bit of a drinker in his younger days as, after he passed, I found some pictures of his friends and he looking pretty bleary. (This would've been pre-WW2) I could never understand why he'd come home after work instead of going to a bar and carrying on.
Alcohol has always been a romantic thing for me- in the sense that all my heroes drank excessively (Jack London, for example)- and a big disappointment. Never had many adventures to write books about. Busted knuckles, horrible hangovers, lots of wasted time.
Not much else.
Sometimes I still sit around and drink when I get bored, though I hate getting drunk because feeling like shit is no longer a badge of honor at my age. I drink to be social among my current friends, though I always feel uncomfortable anyway. I think that is because, when it comes to trading stories, as guys will when they drink, mine seem so unbelievable. Because now I have white hair, am very soft spoken and hobble when I walk, I guess.
Can't just have one beer, even now, so I don't drink, just hang around and bust out push-ups or crunches when I get bored. Had a few today, though, and, instead of following up with a few more, I'm spilling my guts on all of you.