Crushing the Mental Obsession

I thought about drinking. Not on occasion. Not when the weekend rolled around. Not when the workday drew to a close. But constantly. I was obsessed with the thought of a drink whenever alcohol was not metabolizing in my system. The mental obsession was my constant companion for over twenty years. But for the past…

The Ball and Chain…

The first drink had few consequences. Sure there was the dry mouth and the shards of glass rattling around in my brain the next morning. But that cleared up relatively quickly. I didn’t drink again for a year. The second drink was a few shots of gin before high school wrestling practice. My coach asked…

A Shadow of a Life

I barely exist I get up, reluctantly Work another day   Aimless, directionless, floundering   Going through motions Will the clock ever strike five? Shuffle out the door   Aimless, directionless, floundering   A drink, then another Then I lose count completely Involuntary nap   Aimless, directionless, floundering   Clanging alarm sounds The next verse…