When I graduated from aircrew school in the Navy down in Pensacola, we went out and went to this bar that was for Navy fly boys. Drank beer just fine, but no one ever told me not to drink Jack also. Puked all the way back to the base and all the next day, my first and only case of alcohol poisoning. It was enough. I hate being drunk, when I feel myself getting drunk I stop and switch to something less, and after I took the job with the RR, and all the random's they did on us, I just plain stopped drinking. To this day I am a total fucking lightweight, I get a buzz sniffing the bottle cap off the bottle. And I don't care. The thing that really fucked me up though was this guy who spiked my beer with a shot of everclear. I couldn't move for hours, and on top of that, I drove home from Garden Grove to Anaheim Hills. Not good. Went back a few days later and beat him into the fucking ground. Tore up his shithole of a house, and told him if I ever saw him again it would be worse. I never did. Scared the living shit out of me, the things that could have gone wrong, I don't have to tell you. I got really lucky. Since then, I just stay away unless I am somewhere where I can just realx and enjoy myself and not have to worry about trains or driving anywhere. I am by far, the best designated driver you will ever find....LOL...so that's my story. I'm not ashamed of being a lightweight, I feel like my life is bigger than me, and I need to act accordingly.