On A Bender

I know I shouldn’t.
I’m old enough to know better.
But I can’t help it.
It constantly calls me, taunting me even.
It affects my choices.
I seek it often.
It starts off innocently enough.
Just one glass. That’s all.
And, one leads to another.
And another.
After a few days, the bottles begin to pile up.
I know there are other choices.
Healthier choices.
I. Just. Can’t. Help it.

Are you a Pepper too?