Callum: When I was seventeen, I drank a twenty-six-ounce bottle of vodka in a half hour and went into convulsions. I woke up in hospital. Alcohol became many things; an antidote to pain, a means of being more outspoken, a way to feel better than I did in my regular life. I'm sure I laughed a lot, if only I could remember. I didn't see it as a problem until later on, until everything around me - relationships, trust - was destroyed. When did fun become fun with problems and then become just problems?