Iím running out of things you donít already know about me, but hereís something. I never drank anything alcoholic, all through high school and college when everyone else was bombed out of their minds, until I started working in a childrenís shoe store.
It wasnít the job; it was my boss at the time, as salty a man as Iíve ever known. At the close of each work day, heíd hand me some money and ask me to walk down the block and pick up a six pack. Heíd drink two and Iíd drink one, and heíd take the rest home. I never had a taste for beer before those happy days.
By no coincidence whatsoever, I was never overweight until Iíd been working in that store for a few months. I was a skinny kid, and I never knew what it felt like to put on extra pounds. Now itís hard to remember what itís like without them, because even though I donít drink much any more, I still have the weight. If I had someone to drink with after work, Iíd probably be even worse off. But I donít do the bar scene. Thatís one place I could never get myself to go.
My worst drinking years were in my late twenties and early thirties. I had people around me who encouraged me to drink. Some encouraged me by wanting to drink with me, while others just made me want to get drunk. The pounds I have today are more likely from that era than from those early nights in the back room of the shoe store, as I watched my boss count out the dayís receipts.