Best Alcoholic Ever

 Like all good superheroes, I had a villain. I had my nemesis. It was, and is, myself. The truth. C'mon, we all saw it coming. The truth sneaks up on you. Hiding in plain sight. Then, with it's hammer of reality, it smashes you between the eyes.  The last time I drank was a normal day. I woke up, got online, began working. I muddled through the day. Lunch time came and it was nap time. I think, the details are bit groggy. At some point, sitting at my desk, I dozed off.  That's when reality shouted down the hallway. "You're asleep!" Immediately I jumped to the defensive. "No I'm not!" The argument ensued. It's true, I'd fallen asleep at the wheel again. There's a theme here. My superpower makes me sleepy. This time there was no wheel, I was sitting at my desk in my office/bedroom snoring loudly at my keyboard.  I sobered, calm had been restored and I'd finished the day of work. No one was the wiser. I'd been gaslighting reality...

 I have a super power, like any super hero, I have an origin story. Mine is pretty anticlimactic. For years, I drank without consequences. That was one of my super powers.  I didn't start drinking until I was 21. For years I said I was allergic to alcohol. Deep down I knew about my super power. I knew I was a super drinker. So, to avoid drinking, I said I had an allergy. It kept the booze at bay. It kept my secret buried.  I would however, start drinking in the locker room after hockey games at the age of 21. It all started with ice beer. It was the big thing back in the 90's. Usually one of the Canadians would bring an iced beer from their country. Labatt's and Molson were the norm. Then came Moosehead and other lagers.  I could drink for hours after the game, then drive home and be up for work in the morning. No problems. This went on for years.  Then, came the first real consequence. I was cutting iron and steel full time in a town about an hour north of Glad...