A note on alcoholism...
I've got it on both sides of my family. My mother used to tell me stories about how she as a little girl would have to pull her mother's head out of her dinner plate. She was from a rich family, country club alcoholism you would say. Even today, my grandmother on that side, well it's pointless talking to her after 10 in the morning. She's politely drunk by that point. Every day. Alcohol, along with perscription drugs written up for himself (he was a doctor) screwed up her husband. But he's dead now, and that's a good thing. He was not a nice man.
My father can't handle booze at all. Two cheap beers and he turns into a dumbass. My great grandfather on my father's side was a raging alcoholic as well.
I've seen my friends be complete idiots with booze (mixing Redline with Wild Turkey, now that was an interesting night but even funnier day after). Hell right now I'm talking to my best friend who's down in houston completely s___faced on jim beam and an entire bottle of wine. Then again, that happens pretty often. Thankfully he's got a pretty hard gut for booze.
Let me just say this: even seeing the negative effects of it, I don't care one way or the other if someone drinks. It's not drinking, but letting something like booze take hold and ruin you as a person that I despise. But that could be with anything. I don't mind if you shoot up black tar heroin on occasion, but if it becomes an addiction then it's a bad thing.
I don't drink much because 1) I only like really expensive stuff and 2) I'd rather spend money on other things.