Here's a good one, just tossing it out for self humiliation. I had to go to Iowa, loads of miles away, with my wife and sister. I'm in the backseat, couldn't drive b/c of withdrawals. Some dry heaves but nothing spectacular. In the middle of Iowa I see a sign for a rest stop: 34 miles. I'm not gonna make it. I tell my sister to pull over next to some trees because it's gonna go out the other end.
I stomp down to a little creek, a beautiful little creek, under an old larch that must have been planted a hundred years ago before before the interstate. Birds were chirping, the creek was burbling.
And me, as humiliated as a person could be. I want to be sober.