Sometimes we become things we despise

This is an intro to a possible work. Would this capture your attention?

Sometimes we become things we despise.

         I swore it was not going to happen to me, but the bottle was right there. I was not going to be like him, but the bottle was right there. I was not going to give in to it, but the bottle was right there. I had aspirations. I had a five-year plan. My life was on track. I was almost finished with college. I had a steady girlfriend. People respected me. My mother was proud of me. I was going to be successful. But that damn bottle.