When I first started drinking in public houses, I was going through a phase where I was trying to learn how people interacted with each other. One of the first things I had to learn was to tip the bartender. I was never told how much though, so I would tip too much or very little. Most of the time it was very little. And I would go out and booze a lot with friends and by myself. Then, I started getting better at the drinking scene and even tried to muscle through periods of anger when I would drink. I said to myself, "I can drink and be a happy drunk." So I went through that phase as well. I think overtime it made me a little smarter about people and my limits, until I started working in the service industry, learning how to hide drinks and get drunk all the same. I'm not in the service industry anymore, for the simple reason that I can't get away with being cut about it. I think I've come out pretty beat up actually. Now, I enjoy a drink from time to time, with food on occasion. One thing I did learn from this was that there's no such thing as a good drunk, only a drunk drunk. You're either that or sober.