Gonna tell you a little story here.Indulge me and follow along for a bit.
A grandfather pulls his grandson to the side one day while theyre at the cemetery placing flowers on a grave and starts talking about his life. The two are very close and the grandfather admits to making some mistakes along the way.
He tells the kid that he started drinking when he was in the army to fit in with the rest of his platoon and then later on to forget the horrors of war and after awhile it becomes a part of who he is. He drinks every day but still functions and provides for his family. Over the years his alcoholism gets progressively worse and his doctor advises him many times to give it up.
He ignores the doctor and continues on until he suffers from a partial failure of his liver. This scares him really bad and he vows to give it up and makes it a month before has another drink. A few years go by and he has another close call and makes it almost 3 month using a medicine the doctor has given him. He stops taking it because it gives him horrid nightmares and goes back to drinking again.
Fast forward to 5 years later and the guy can barely function without a drink and his health is shot.He manages to walk down to the county fair and there he meets a man selling a "magic elixir" that will stop him from drinking. The man laughs at first but allows himself to be convinced and takes it home and it really works.
He can drink as much as he wants, it tastes better and he feels himself getting healthier by the day.He likes it so much he recommends it to all his friends, they even gather every few months and go dancing and spend time showing each other their pretty bottles (they are all different colors and sizes) They have competitions to see who can make their bottle the fanciest, which one can pour more liquid and which one has the fanciest new technologies attached. Some people even make their own liquids using secret recipes and home brews
They also spend a lot of time defending their new hobby and lifestyle from those who hate drinking. They organize and plan and fight back in town halls and city meetings and even start a forum for it and watch it grow larger every day with a burgeoning sense of pride and accomplishment to accompany their new found health and prosperity.
On the way back to town the grandfather runs into his son, the grandson's father, who tells him he's heard about the magic bottles and wants to start using one so his friends will all think he's cool,because he needs a hobby and because he wants to impress this girl named Mariah.
They get into a huge argument that gets out of hand and the old man dashes his sons bottle to the ground and calls him stupid, tells him that could lead to drinking alcohol and that he shouldnt risk his life on chance and they part ways never to speak again.
The grandfather blinks and pulls his grandson close to him and starts crying and says "Im sorry". The child hugs him back and says "Sorry for what grandpa? Calling him names? The old man shakes his head and wipes the tears from his eyes and says" Im sorry for being right" If it werent for me your father might not have ever started drinking and ran off the road that night.
