Down the Drain

I dumped a bottle of booze down the drain today. It was a liberating experience. One, because it was a nasty ass bottle of Mezcal with a bloated grub worm floating at the bottom. Years ago, my mother handed over this half bottle of disgustingness. Her excuse: to help "stock our new bar". I cut …

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Dream a Little Dream

I had my first dream about alcohol last night. On some of the sobriety pages and apps that I follow, I knew it was a thing. Over the course of the past year, I've had very vivid, sometimes prophetic dreams, but they never breached the subject of alcohol. I thought I was safe. I was …

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