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Used to pound 'em down like anyone else, then one day I just had enough of the hangovers, and realized I was stupid enough already without destroying more brain cells. Also, my daughter was 4, and beginning to understand things. It happened one night when I asked my friend (now drummer, CP Applegate) if he wanted another beer. "Two's my limit," sez CP. Something clicked. I did the two for a while, then stopped all together. So, '94 was the year I had my last drink. Quite a while! Don't miss it at all. I'm not on a crusade, and not judgemental, it's just my own decision for myself. Drnk up, be happy, I'll drive!