So I went to rehab.
I didn't think it would mean much to myself, other than reset my "get drunk" circuitry and give me a "Bert Vacation," that is, a rest from the drunkard life.... Three squares and clean sheets and a rest....
But something unexpected happened..... all that shit about life, and control, and recovery? It stuck....
So I am sorry everyone, but from now on I will be sober.....
Seriously, it DID stick.... I had a beer in my fridge when I arrived home today. I drank it. I felt sick. Physically and mentally. All that stuff about triggers they told me about? They were right.
Alot more to come, but I have won the first battle..... control.....
My vice right now, that I am imbibing in?
Grape jelly on white toast.
And I just told a guy with a case of cold beer to get lost.
I feel like a little kid on xmas..... but my present is a chance.
A chance to enjoy life for a change.
I am positive that I will be writing much more shortly, so stay tuned.
I think I have a few stories to tell.
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