I’m sinner–your a sinner–the whole world’s a sinner but that does not stop me from taking a drink. My father was an alcoholic—and died from alcoholism. I saw him as a child puking some of his insides up. That’s the memory that stays with me. I felt so sorry for you. I wished I could have helped you. You died and left me about 38 years ago. I remember looking at you’re dead corpse in your casket. But–still does not stop me from taking a drink. because in many ways I’m stronger than you.