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 :-)
