Drunkard: A Hard-Drinking Life Book

Neil Steinberg is one of the few reasons why I still read the Sun Times. I remember reading about when he went to jail for smacking his wife and felt a drop in my stomach - like when you realize that the Santa at the mall is the same fat guy sucking on a smoke and retching in an alley way. It is a shock to put the two together. This book makes the divide even more. I wanted to like Neil Steinberg more after reading the book and I hoped that I could get more of the "real" him. Instead he came off as what I'm sure he wanted too - a privileged guy who drinks too much and doesn't really care. Maybe that is why I didn't care to much for him after the book - especially since I know he's been drinking again as he writes in his colmuns. I want their to be a reason for him to drink; a bad childhood, a tramautic experience in which he watched his best friend and dog drown, something that would make his drinking seem to be not his fault. But I guess that says alot about why addiction is so scary. It can be the nothings that get you rather than the somethings.