"The Unseen Bar Scene Seen"

   I romanticized my disease when I was drinking until the reality got so bad that the romance had to die, with me following on its coattails. At each step in my slow, downward progression I would tell myself that it couldn't get any worse and that however bad I was, it wasn't anything that another drink couldn't fix. But it did and could and would always get worse. Never would I think to stop drinking. Attempts to modify my drinking to a more reasonable amount of consumption failed on a nightly basis. My resolve dissolved. My Drinking Man's Guide to Bar Exercise lost all momentum on the stillness of my barstool.


from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 14)