I’ve largely been a fucking mess around drinking since I was about 20, with a few periods here and there of being better. Over the next few days I’m actually going to try and string together a few AA meetings. I’ve tried in the past, but never been consistent. Here’s hoping this is the time. One day at a time, right?
Let me take back to yesterday for a second. Had some beers with a friend in the afternoon. Left there, decided to go get 2 beers by myself. No idea why. Literally no idea. Went home. Answered some emails. Cleaned up a bit. Took my dog out. Had to meet my friend at 5pm or so for Astros game. Went somewhere and got a beer before that. Met a dude named Chris I know there. He bought me another beer. Stumble to meet my friend. Barely coherent. Last a few innings, take an Uber home. This morning, I had to have my wife drive me to my car at this Astros game place. Feel like shit.
Now, it’s easy to read that paragraph and think, “Well, all those things are things you did. You made those choices. Thus, the outcomes are your fault.” in some ways, you’d be right, absolutely. But I think it’s a lot bigger than that, and this is where we miss the narrative.
Now look at this video from Philly:
