I rarely drink. When I do, its one or two. Sometimes, on special occasions like a birthday I'll have a bunch. However, the reason I don't usually drink is because I've seen what alcoholism has done to my dad. He's almost died - twice that I know of, of withdrawal. So he has to drink to stay alive, it seems. He's also going to be 70 this year. I worry that he won't live very long. He hurts himself a lot- broke his foot, fell down and bashed up his face, etc. I love him so much, I hate to watch his true self and then see what the alcohol has done to him.