I really started drinking the second time (post college) when I tore a disc in my back. I didn’t know what was wrong, simply that getting off my shift at the bar meant I sat down in excruciating pain and drank until I could walk home. By this point I could handle a strong drink and few light beers so I needed something stronger. I had also been taught to drink like the men and not show weakness. My love affair with whiskey and bourbon began. We did not pour drinks for the faint of heart where I worked. Two point five ounces on the rocks times three or so drinks per night. I was a mess but at least I could walk home and fall into bed where ibuprofen and water would be awaiting me in the morning.