23 years is a long ass time

March 14, 1993. 23 years ago today. I stumbled awake in a dark basement, after a weekend of drinking and getting high. My alcoholic bottom was a quiet one-just shame and profound disappointment. I had drank through my brother’s birthday the day before. He was the only one left who I loved with any purity.

This led to a complete resignation that the only way to a better life was through those meetings. It’s a long way from that basement to this kitchen table. Saying “I’m grateful” doesn’t come close to telling you how I feel.

This road has given me amazing teachers and students. Friends and lovers. I have married and divorced, loved 3 children, changed careers, been flush and been broke. Believed in God and barely believed. 23 years is a long ass time.

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