I was maybe 9 or 10 and went with Mom to Chicago for an auction or something.
Afterwards, mom said, "I want to show you something".
We drove to a seedy area where there were a lot of winos. I remember a guy taking 5 minutes to cross the street; he was shaking violently. I asked what was the deal.
Mom explained the DTs to me.
It made an impression, no doubt. I maybe only have gotten drunk a few times in my life. Very rare occasions.
Good street education.
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