Random Big Book - 'Alcoholics Anonymous'

Pioneer A.A., minister’s son, and southern farmer, he asked, “Who am I to say there is no God?” I am in another fellow’s room at college. “Freshman,” said he to me, “do you ever take a drink?” I hesitated. Father had never directly spoken to me about drinking and he never drank any, so far as I knew. Mother hated liquor and feared a drunken man. Her brother had been a drinker and had died in a state hospital for the insane. But his life was unmentionable, so far as I was concerned. I had never had a drink but I had seen enough merriment in the boys who were drinking to be interested. I would never be like the village drunkard at home. How a lot of people despised him! Just a weakling! “Well,” said the older boy, “Do you?” “Once in a while,” I lied. I could not let him think I was a sissy. ~ Our Southern Friend _ page. 208-209