Sep 23, 2006 00:59
No, not really. I want a drink, so bad I can literally taste it. I feel the smooth scotch gliding down my throat, starting the welcome burn in my stomach. I sit night after night, alone in my apartment, knowing that the package store is a block away.
Just one drink, one little drink wouldn't be so bad. But that was never the problem was it? That one little drink? The problem was that it led to one more, then five more, then a shot in my coffee in the morning, then one at work. The after work drink at my office, just to smooth out the rough edges, turned into a drink after lunch, then the middle of the afternoon drink.
But hey, I worked hard, I deserved to relax, right? And what about now? I still work hard, but now I can't have that one drink. I still want it, three AA meetings a day and I still want it. I walk into a meeting, wanting that one little drink and I walk out still wanting it.
So there you have it, Howard. You think I'm getting my life together, you told me you envied me that, but it isn't together, not anymore than it ever was. I still want that one little drink and I'm pretty sure that someday, I'll take it.
Muse: Garret Macy
Fandom: Misc TV/ Crossing Jordan
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