The Trials of Alcohol I don’t think that alcohol has ever been associated with anything really good in anyone’s life. When I think of alcohol, I think of an old man dressed in a scrubby pair of slacks, ripped flannel shirt and a long overcoat full of dirt and holes. He is sitting on a discarded five-gallon pail next to an oil-drum fire deep in the heart of suburban America. In his right hand he clutches a bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey and he sings a sour tune while pouring it down his throat. More than likely he had to nearly beg for the money to buy it. This old man has probably been an alcoholic for a long time being that he is both homeless and poor as dir