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A few people know me as "two-beer's".
The joke is I never drink more then one, riding or not, but am famous for declining offers of "want another?" by saying, "I have a two beer limit". "Yeah...well....you've only had one?" Classic reply is, "Right, but I am saving the last one for when some hot babe walk's in here".
Truth is, known to close friends, I am a light-weight and sometime's had to walk around to sober up after just two beers, so I stick to one and call it a nice balance.
I am happy to have an occassional beer and then can morally and legally do whatever I want afterwards. Not so much to cop a buzz, which is pleasant, but to stand as an example that just a beer is nothing to look down upon.
I don't hesitate at snatching key's and refuse to ride with anyone even slightly off. but that wasn't always the case.
Ancient History:
As a kid, I dove in head first, no such thing as to much of any substance making he rounds - most of which made sitting up impossible, let alone finding my key and motorbike in the same day. Several years like that, I was cool and set the example. High times in the 70's.
Then came a rash of burials in a condensed time period of a few months.
There was no small amount of guilt felt by myself - it was a moutain of the misery.
My mother showed up unexpectantly at my best friends service. She hung back, didn't speak to anyone, and left early, but I caught the look on her face - she was getting ready to attend my service.
Jeez, what does one do after that?
I dropped out of that scene soon after and spent the next 15 or so years clean, sober, and tied up with several substance groups trying to pay back my karma.
So some 7-8 years back, in a "grown-up" setting I am offered a drink at a meeting with clients. In a flash I think it through and say, "Sure.".
Am going to test the waters, if I am an addict then at some point I'll be suffering the steps and working a program. But if I can do so and not slip-slide my way back to hell, then Hey, I'll be back among the "normal people" and wouldn't taht be nice?
So, imagine my surprise at not crashing back into the dark side of using and instead finding out that I can take it of leave it and ironically, by facing a fear, I now have one less fear.
I concider myself lucky to be alive, lucky to be able to say "yes" and lucky to be able to pass a pee test anytime, anyday - what could be better?
There's the jist of my story, DD.
PS, how does one make paragraph breaks in a post here?
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