1more1moretime

I took what I hope is my last drink ever sometime around 1 a.m. on Monday, May 21, 2007. It was a screwdriver that I made here at my house with a bottle of Polar Ice vodka from the freezer and some Simply Orange 100% juice. I had been at the pub, my favorite bar, for the three or four hours before that. It was nine hours before I had to be at the funeral of my great-grandmother, who pretty much raised me for most of my childhood.

I'm tired of drinking. I'm tired of feeling sick in the morning, I'm tired of never remembering exactly what lies I told the night before, I'm tired of being dishonest all the time, I'm tired of being broke, I'm tired of having no future. I know that stopping drinking is not the answer to all these problems, but it's a damn good first step.

I've said before many times that I was going to stop drinking. Hence the name of this journal. I'm going to try it again--one more one more time.