I don't drink alcohol because I think drunk people are annoying braindead animals. My earliest and most negative memory of the consequenses of alcohol is one New Year's Eve when I was still a happy ignorant child. My family were on our way back from a New Year's party, and of course my parents had been drinking. My mom had been drinking so much that she could barely walk. She fell over several times on our way back, and because I was very young I didn't fully understand what was happening. I wondered why my mom was behaving that way, and I even remember thinking that she was going to die which made me cry the whole way home. If it weren't for my dad she might as well have, she might have stumbled onto the road and got run over by a car, or she might have been raped by some stranger. All because she wanted to feel good for a couple of hours, all because she wanted to get drunk with her friends. Since that day I have never been able to respect my mother again, or any other drunk animal for that matter.