Watch as my life spirals into control
Lately I’ve been seriously concerned about my drinking. For health reasons, for financial reasons and for social reasons. My body is beat up. My bank account too. Socially … well I’ve been forgetting details about encounters. Faces, names. Certain things simply don’t register anymore. I have people stopping to say hi to me on the street or the bus that I don’t recognize.
Some time ago, on the advice of a friend I tried to take thirty days off from the booze. It was a way to flush my system of the nasties and take control over this crutch. As a side benefit it would also help me to not smoke, for some time now, I pretty much only light up if I’m lit. Sadly that time I only made it two weeks. But now … it’s different. I need to do this.
So thirty days off. This is more than simply staying sober … rather it means no alcohol at all. It’s high time I do this again. As a matter of common occurrence, the other night I went to the Russian Samovar for a few (make that seven) shots of cranberry-lemon vodka. Afterwards I ended up at the Goldhawk to perform at the Artkore open mic. While there I had four Jack & Cokes before stumbling home and passing out on my couch. I’m just tired of ending my nights in this manner.
So it’s thirty days or bust! A Reverse Bender … if you will. Wish me luck!
