Alcohol Closet

In my house intoxicating liquid lies unlocked in a closet. Subject to the anti-drug campaign since birth, I never thought to try it. Why? Fear of addiction, or of drunkenness? Both are reversible, and I am young. The type evolves with dad: First, red Burgundy wine then a Christmas Heineken a coworker’s Bahamas rum a local Bombay Sapphire Moutai from my uncle. (Drink intensity seems to increase with his anger Though he's never lost.) Another week, another bottle he consumes with accelerating ferocity. Either he is losing discipline or planned this all along making more of time remaining. Surely I’ve inherited generously lenient genes and could drink his path, But if I start I risk regretting seventeen years of abstinence.