I am not sure why that particular day was any different than the hundreds before it. I had sworn to do it many times before. I didn't.
Maybe I grew up mentally as well as physically that day. Perhaps my brain was catching up to my 220 pound body? Maybe riding that motorcycle in all those cold Ohio winters made me think I should get my act together, establish myself as a viable member of society, and just grow the fuck up already.
Of course, I wanted to know where, and with whom, I would wake up on any given morning too ;-)
(Pre-Peaches)
January 16 1992: I got drunk for the last time. Sorry, Jack Daniels, I do not miss you any longer.
19 years today, I have been sober. Who wants to celebrate with a good drink ?
Now, my other addictions are not quite so easy to give up. I miss you, darlin :-)
13 comments:
Well done sir!
Hey, pboy, in an ironic twist, I now live a mere 12 miles from the distellery of the finest Tennessee Whiskey, Jack Daniels.
Even funnier is the doofus from work who doesn't understand why I don't care to take the tour of the facility :-)
yes! yes!
Well done!
:)
I'll have that drink for you, mac...
A toast!
Raising my Pepsi Max to a great guy and a sober one. Way to go, my friend!
And, oh, those other addictions....
That is funny about your co-worker. Congragulations are in order and I am glad that you did!
Congrats to you and happy anniversary!
Congrats mac, thats a tough ass disease.
I had no idea. I think thats awesome.
Glad to see you back. MIssed you
Kittycat
Congratulations! Most excellent!
A great anniversary to celebrate.
congratulations - you have now certified yourself as a productive member of society, as well as a Southern Gentleman.
I was watching something on Greg Allman the other day - can't believe how young his brother was when he died - in a motorcycle accident :-( Be careful out there. At least you are not partaking of the whiskey before riding....
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