It comes in pretty glass bottles, pressured upoun you by friends. Alcohol. Something not many people take into consideration. But to more than a few of us, alcohol is a predator. There has been more than once when I've had to make something for my mom for her to sober up. More than once when my dad's asked me to help him to run the bath while he tries to settle my mother's stomach so she'll stop throwing up. Alcohol gives an illusion of a feeling, of happiness. But takes your energy away, takes your strength away, and steals your will away. It makes you addicted, makes you need it. It takes and takes. It took my best friend away