I was 23,got real crazy. I'm 38 n still crazy.
Sometime in april of 1991, can't remember, it was a blur.
I slipped and slided and hung on to my ass or what was left of it.
After lossing everything, career, wife, duaghter, family and etc...
I still wasn't 100% sure or accepted i was an alcoholic.
But I kept coming back, even after AA called the cops on me.
I don't think i was on my best behaviors and I wasn't too happy
about not being able to party. No court cards or rehab
it's a tradition, my sponsor got the cops called on him too.lol
anyways, i was allow to stay, if I pick up donuts and not hookers
on sunday mornings. Something about unlocking the doors and mak'in
coffee. It sucked, becuase I couldn't get drunk on saturday night
anymore. The old timers really looked out after me and had lot
od patient and tolarance , as you can imagine. They love me so I can
learn how to love myself.
Well, I slipped or relapsed around 7 months ago.
I think I'm 101% sure now.
I have a deep understanding of INCURABLE.
I didn't loose stuff on the outside, but I felt like crap on the inside.
So...it's opening those doors and making coffee and giving rides
again for me.