“I am not a drunk” “I know how to control it” those are the words my friend used to say. My friend used to have a drinking problem his name was Franco. He was an alcoholic, and that led him to almost end his life. Franco would never admit his addiction to his family and friends. He kept saying “I know how to control it” truth is, he never knew how to control. He led his addiction for alcohol to nearly destroy him. As most alcoholics, Franco never admitted his addiction. He would always say his family and friends were exaggerating. It was almost as if he was blinded by his own belief. Franco taught me that sometimes it is hard to see the problem, when one is part of it. Franco and I grew up together. We were in the same school for most of our life. He was always willing to try something new. However, as the old refrain says “curiosity killed the cat.” Franco’s addiction …show more content…
As a naïve teenager, all he wanted was to “fit in.” Getting drunk became part of his daily routine. Whenever I would ask him why does he drink? He would always respond, “It makes me feel a man.” Ironically, his answer seemed childish. Franco became a careless, and reckless teenager who always felt powerful when he had a drink in his hand. Franco was my best friend back then, and he still is now. I was probably the most concerned with his drinking problem. My friends would always ask me “Why do you care so much?” “If he wants to be a drunk, let him.” I never gave my friends a solid reason as to why I cared so much about Franco. The reason that I cared so much about Franco, was because my father as also an alcoholic. My father was never a truly a father for me, at least not when I was growing up. I did not want Franco to be like my father. Just like my father, Franco was stubborn. Franco would