I wrote all about this here and here. It's been well over four years ago since I wrote those pieces. In actuality I can probably trace the start of this thing way back to 07/08 when my alcohol tolerance started changing.
Q: Your tolerance began changing?
A: Didn't I just say that?
Q: You can't answer a question with a question.
A: It's my fucking blog. I can do anything I want. Asshole.
Q: I don't like you.
A: Opinions vary. Next questioner.
Q: Your tolerance began changing?
A: Mainly my speech would become slurred way before it should.
Q: Just how rare are we talking?
A: Fill up the Rose Bowl and besides me there may be a couple of other people there with it. Even some doctors haven't heard of it and they are omniscient.
Q: So, tell me, what's it like to have a degenerative neurological disorder?
A: Oh it's super-amazing, like bacon-bits on a salad! Maybe croutons. Actually, it's like having a malevolent child running through my increasingly useless body, setting fires and plundering the community. Kind of like that kid in that Twilight Zone episode.