after my workout at the gym today, I went down stairs to the locker room and opened the door. Right away I could smell him. I couldn't see him but I could literally smell him. He was close, around the corner, very close. And there he was. I didn't know him, I didn't know his name, but I knew where he just came from.
The bar. My bar. There's no mistaking that smell. Only now I hadn't smelled it in so long I nearly choked on it. I would have smelled him coming from 50 feet.
On the eve of my 1 month anniversary (not the pretend month, the almost month, the "yes, but" month) but the actual one month of not a drop of booze....I do NOT miss smelling like that.