Well, it’s been two years since I had a drink. It’s been interesting, that’s for sure. I know that it’s an achievement, to have gone this long without slipping up, but at the same time, tomorrow is just another day, and it’s going to be as hard as yesterday. Having the added crutch of knowing that if I start drinking again it could literally kill me certainly helps. And of course, I have to thank my friends and family, most of all Beth, for all of their support.
So I’ve gone two years, or seven hundred and thirty one days. And all I want to do is have a drink.