My goodbye letter I wrote from treatment group. The formatting is all messed up but whatever.
Dear Alcohol,
I am writing you a goodbye letter. If I don't leave you now I may
end up like Alexi Laiho from Children of Bodom or Jeff Hanneman from
Slayer and die in my 40's from liver failure. Miraculously you failed on
your quest to kill Dave Mustaine, you just got him thrown out of
Metallica.
I am also saying goodbye because I want to be able to work shifts
that begin earlier than 11 am. You can't just tell an employer "I can't
work early shifts because I drink a liter of plastic bottle
vodka every night."
It is nice to be able to eat without the threat of barfing.
Constantly having to buy Pepto Bismol was an expensive nuisance. It's 9
dollars for a little box. Speaking of medicine I didn't like not being
able to take cold medicine when I was sick because the combination of the
acedemediphine and the alcohol would obliterate my liver.
The 14 years I was with you were as bad as the Jacksonville Jaguars
were during that same time frame. It made my life like Zelda 2 for
NES, overly difficult and not very fun.