well, i guess my past says addiction. but the current situation suggests otherwise. long read. i came from a good family, in the suberbs and led a pretty normal childhood. my parents were pretty normal, nobody that i would ever consider addicts. i played soccer (in a HUGE soccer town), graduated regents and enjoyed myself. during high school i went to my share of keggers and have plenty of stories to tell, but i dont find that out of the ordinary for any high school athlete. i went to a local college and that is where my love affair with music started... mostly underground hip hop and drum n bass, but not limited to any genre. i kept playing soccer in college and split my party time between after game parties and club nights that featured music that i like. keep in mind, up until this point i only drank when i went out. i didnt even smoke weed or cigarettes. nor did i in high school. after college, i worked a few odd jobs and didnt find much satisfaction in those. myself and some old college friends were hanging out one night and discussing the prospects of opening our own night club... this idea started becoming more and more of a reality everyday. we researched, talked to friends within the scene and eventually found a venue. now this is where the addiction part may become relavent. myself and another friend, along with the help of some experienced property owners in this city; opened our own club in march of 2002. we put together a 4 night week that took the city by storm. a top 40 night, a hip hop night, a drum n bass night and a deep house/chilled out night. i would like to point out that being a club owner can give you access to almost anything you could want... be it food, drugs, alcohol, sex... whatever. i took full advantage of this. over the course of the year we stayed open, i indulged in everything, usually in excess. we worked hard, we played hard. keep in mind, this was my first time EVER doing any drugs, aside from alcohol. i even took up smoking. we were shut down by the city in 2003 after violating 4 new laws that were introduced as part of the RAVE act agenda. these were things we had no control over... unless we were to strip search all of our patrons. any drugs that i did in that place, or knew about didnt come through the front door, and never made their way into the public areas of the club. just common sense. We did our time in court over these incidents that occured in our club, and we ended up getting off for various mistakes that the police made when investigating and making arrests within the club. woo hoo! we only lost everything... but got off without a criminal charge. i went back to my true love... customizing cars and installing electronics. stopped the drugs, went out drinking maybe 3 or 4 times a month and settled into a more regular lifestyle. things were going good. fast forward to march of 2004. i decide to go to an old friend's new club. it was a good time. had 4 gin and tonics over the course of about 2 hours. was driving home, and got pulled over for speeding. i know how bad gin stinks on the breath, so i tell the cop what i had. he took my license and reg and told me to hang on. he comes back, asks me to search the car. i tell him "my license and reg is clean, is there any reason?" he tried some scare tactics... "i can take you in now... smell of alcohol" blah blah blah... i know i wasnt drunk. so after a couple of minutes, i say "fine, but dont ask me to unlock anything..." he didnt like this. without hesitation, he grabbed me and placed me under arrest for DWI. i didnt even go through any sobriety tests. car was impounded, had to post bail. 2,000. i'm sure that the problems i had with the city due to my club had nothing to do with this. call my lawyer the next day to get things in order for this total bullshit ticket. he suggests going to a rehab clinic to get an evaluation for alcohol. and to just keep my nose clean. cool. i went to this place and pretty much told them the story that i just typed. they asked about frequency of use, i was honest... "right now? booze maybe 3 or 4 times a month." but i think the story of my past fucked me. i got put in a 4 night a week program, that will last for no less than a year. the judge approved, and also put me on probation. guess who the judge was? the same one that held bench during the cases that involved our club. i am i getting screwed here? i am also reqired to attend AA meetings with part of my treatment... i really dont have time for this stuff.