The allure of the club, bar and bottle are all illusions in the end. It's temporary and in the end, a fantasy. The allure of these fantasies help to fuel my alcoholism. Escape always seemed so easy and quick. But in the sober light of day, I could see that coming back from that facade of contentment, I was where I left, if not worse. And the calling for another round of fantasy came back quickly. Today I am grateful that I don't need artificial joy, temporary serenity - I have the real thing through God, AA and the steps.