So I grabbed my automotive lock picks and drove the mile and a half to his place to open up his truck. I could tell he was nursing a good hangover so I had to give him a hard time about what happened. His shop is 400 feet from his house but he drives back and forth because he’s usually had too much to drink to walk it, but never too much to get behind the wheel. I asked him how he got back to the house and with a big grin he said he took the golf cart lol. When I had his truck safely open, we went into the shop for a short visit. This was 10:30 this morning mind you, but he still offered me a beer lol. I told him I still wasn’t drinking, but that didn’t stop him, he poured a beer and clam for himself as I poured myself a coffee from my thermos.
He asked me when I thought I’d be able to drink again. I told him never again. He still can’t understand that even after I told him that I was an alcoholic, one drink would just lead me down that path that I had just came from. He said if I thought I was an alcoholic, what did that make him? I told him only he could answer that.
So tonight as Bubba, Hank, and I were relaxing on the deck, I started thinking about “never again” “forever” “till the day I die”, all the words us alkies hate. But it is what it is, and I’ve accepted that, and my sobriety is so much better that I’ve accepted that. I broke the chains of slavery to alcohol and found freedom in sobriety, and nothing on earth can change that.
On my fortieth birthday I got a tattoo, my first, and thought probably my last. I’m rethinking that decision about my first being my last because I saw a picture of this tattoo and just might convince myself to have it done on my 60th birthday, which would also be my 2nd soberversary, it depicts exactly what my sobriety means to me!
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