I tried drinking non-alcoholic beverages but I had to give it up.
I kept having white-outs.
I'd wake up in the morning and know exactly where I was, and how I got there.
Then ~ even worse! ~ I'd see people I'd been with the night before, and I didn't have any excuse whatever for my bad behavior except that I was sober and completely responsible for everthing I'd said.
Eventually nobody I'd known when I wasn't clean and sober would even talk to me; my wife left me for a young mixologist named Rico, and my kids grew up to be Scientologists
Dare to just yes, folks...
Lips that don't touch liquor shall never touch mine.
I kept having white-outs.
I'd wake up in the morning and know exactly where I was, and how I got there.
Then ~ even worse! ~ I'd see people I'd been with the night before, and I didn't have any excuse whatever for my bad behavior except that I was sober and completely responsible for everthing I'd said.
Eventually nobody I'd known when I wasn't clean and sober would even talk to me; my wife left me for a young mixologist named Rico, and my kids grew up to be Scientologists
Dare to just yes, folks...
Lips that don't touch liquor shall never touch mine.
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