The power of a vice.

It bewilders me to this day the absolute power and pull of alcohol. How is it that a person is willing to pay five to ten times the price for something just because of where they choose to drink it. For instance, I went to a concert the other weekend and paid eleven dollars for a twenty four ounce domestic beer. More disturbing than that is I bought two of them, and WORSE STILL is my girlfriend bought two as well. As a matter of a fact, a large number of the people I saw had fallen into the same trap as I had, the need for that hoppy flavor, that acquired taste that we force ourselves to acquire. I hated the taste of alcohol when I first tried to drink, but I knew it was what grown folks do, and I will be damned if I don't take full advantage of this older lifestyle I always dreamed of having. When I say it like that, the forty four dollar tallboys that I would have spent maybe seven dollars on if I had just waited to drink them in my home make sense. It seems that it is an endless fight that I will be fighting for a long time to come.