Been there, done that, burned the t-shirt…
On April 11, 1998, I was feeling hungry so I had a beer. And another, and another. Pretty soon I didn’t care much about myself or you for that matter. As the day wore on I kept on drinking. I didn’t eat for almost 36 hours during this particular binge.
As the beer ran out, we needed to get some more. I fired up the 1971 Pontiac Trans-Am and off we went. First stop was the store to pick up another case of Coors. Then that fateful decision to have one last drink at Salty’s on Alki. I was supposed to move to Bremerton the next day. The last beer I had was an Alaskan Amber Ale. Good stuff. As I drove back to the house I blacked out. I thank the powers that no one was hurt or killed. I did a massive burn-out across Admiral Way and one block later ran over a round-a-bout. I ended up scraping a small tree. And totaled the T-A.
I was arrested for DUI. I was issued tickets for negligent driving, no proof of insurance, and excessive speed. Fuck me.
On Monday I met with a lawyer to go over my options. There was only one. The two year deferred prosecution program. Essentially, a two year alcohol rehab. Fine. Whatever I had to do. Eventually, I made it to the end of it. I did everything I had to to stay sober. That included removing myself from the people that were still drinking. The best day of my life to that point was when I went to my last court appearance. The judge said, “All charges dismissed, get the hell out of my courtroom”.
I did.
3653 days later, here we are.
I’d like to thank all of my friends that supported me during this, but I had none. Only my mom and the people of Alcoholics Anonymous were there for me. The rest of you can just go FUCK YOURSELVES. I made it. You haven’t.
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