July 9, 2007
Twenty-five years ago to the minute I was probably close to my last drink of my last drunk. Jack Daniels. I don't know the exact time or anything; I drank till I passed out, that night and many others.
It's a big deal; an alcoholic goes twenty-five years not drinking -- Hey, far fucking out.
I'm so flat now that it's not as big a deal as it's been other years; I can't help but have it in mind but I'm not jumping up and down or anything; another day.
Who'd have guessed that I'd stay sober? Not me.