Thee late stage alcoholics best friend: vodka
Saw this in a comment by someone, sorry I didn't keep the poster's name.
But it just made me think this morning, just how far down the drunk's rabbit hole I have gone, and how far could be to go.
For whatever reason, over the past 4-5 months vodka became my choice poison. Of course the cheapest, plastic bottle vodka I could get. If I take a step back and think about that it gives me chills. It's like a junkie mainlining - there is nothing pleasurable about the taste of Georgi vodka, its passable motor oil. It's disgusting. It's not a fine Scotch or a full bodied Malbec - those are of for non-drunks.
No, I wanted and craved and gave in and tortured my being with pure **** vodka. As early in the day as I could towards the end.
I'm sure other late stagers got into different choices - but for me, reading that line in another person's post, it's clear just how far down the line I allowed my demons to take me.
Thank you as always SR.