A bottle to ease the pain

I find just about every manner of alcoholic beverage foul-tasting and undesireable. But it took an effort of the will to not go by the store and purchase a sufficient quantity to drink until I lost the ability to move hand to mouth. I've never come within shouting distance of drinking enough to have a hangover, in part because it sounds most unpleasant. But I can't imagine anything could feel much worse than this. I keep telling myself I'm not going back anymore to what's been my church since just after my oldest memories. I hope by the end of the month to make good on that threat. Whether I then start going somewhere else is another question entirely.