Alcoholism is
A vacation to Mexico which begins every day at noon. The destination is actually not important, as long as you're heading somewhere warm. You are driving a classic Cadillac convertible. Your beautiful and witty friends are stretched out on the leather seats like cats in the sun. They never bore you. Dust from the highway never blows in your face. You can always find a filling station which has full-service and a smiling attendant. Daylight slides down the highway, and though you feel like you will never need to sleep again...
You wake up in a ditch amid a few battered silver hubcaps. Occasionally with an equally battered companion, who (hopefully) is still alive.