Congrats!
I was at the casino yesterday smartly betting on the Superbowl. This is code for donating my money to keep the lights on in this crazy town.
I didn't want to rush as i studied the 15 pages of prop bets because I was also looking around at the folks drinking in front of me.
The waitress was stressed, she was non stop back and forth with tray after tray of about 20 drinks. It was 12 pm.
The chemically altered version of me used to be one of those drinks.
I remember the rationalization I would go through. How long I had to wait, per drink, to drive home.
At home, i would work on a gallon of vodka or whisky.
I'd pass out by 6 or 7.
If I was lucky, my wife would go to work without screaming at me for being a drunk. If not, we would get into drunk shouting match the might lead to the neighbors calling the cops.
Then I would wake up at least 10 times with the worst hang over ever knowing I was going to start drinking again around 9 am or sooner.
My bp would be 190/120.
Dead man walking.
My poor son would be scratching his head wondering why his father was always drinking booze.
It was Superbowl Sunday! It should be a national holiday. I would be passed out by 2pm. I would miss the whole game.
Hopefully, I didn't leave a pizza burning in the oven.
Then I had to go to work at 4 am Monday. Red eyed and reeking. Going through withdrawals. Good morning boss. D122y you look like hell.
So I would quit for 3 or 4 days and come down with a cold. This is code for detox. Then I would start all over again.
After all, valentine's day is coming up.
What a nightmare.
Thank God those days are over forever.
I am getting up in a few minutes and hitting the gym for a natural dopamine, adrenaline, and endorphin fix. Can't wait.
Thanks SR for saving my life.
Love you all!
Happy Superbowl Sunday!