I was living in a house with (at the time) my best friend and another good friend. I had previous problems with booze, and one of the conditions was I wasn't suppose to drink while living there. One night, I got so trashed at a bar, I got blackout drunk, passed out, hit my head on the cement ground and wasn't responding to anything for several minutes. Finally, someone got me to puke. Someone ended up calling 911. Luckily, my friend was on-duty with the county and re-directed the response team away when he learned it was me who the call was about. If he didn't, there would have been a 20 man emergency response team (complete with officers with guns) coming into the bar to rescue me. I would have been locked up for 72 hours in hospital psych ward. Luckily, a few of the security people at the bar got me home safe (I was a regular at the bar and use to work there).

My roommates were super pissed off at me - I kept passing out while 4 people were trying to drag my drunk ass downstairs to the bathroom. I remember waking up on the floor of my bathroom, covered in vomit and thinking "fuck, I am SO screwed!" This basically led to me being kicked out a few months later from my place, and not being friends with my roommates and started shit loads of drama for me.

I did stop drinking - even going as far as "X'ing" my hands when I would go out to a bar and telling every bartender I knew not to serve me booze. That was almost two years ago, and even now if someone offers to buy me a drink, my friends will tell whoever that I'm not allowed to drink.

I haven't hard hard booze since then, but maybe once a month, I might have a cider or beer, but only if I'm in a good mood.