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May 26, 2001

at three

Readers, I have completed three years of sobriety.

Sobriety has its good and bad points.   On the one hand, I am able to sense life without filtering it through a mood-altering substance.   On the other hand, I am forced to sense life without filtering it through a mood-altering substance.

Many of you have wondered how I endure what for me and any other self-respecting alcoholic is the grim, desperate work of sobriety.   Here is the answer:   I suffer.   It is plain and simple and there is beauty to be found there--just not that much.

It could be a lot worse, I know.   And I have had something of an epiphany recently.   It dawned on me that, whether I am sober or not, whichever drive-in bank teller line I choose, the driver of the preceding vehicle will act upon his sudden urge to prepare coq au vin in the front seat of his car.   Or so it seems.

©  2001 by the beastmaster