I know why you took that damn drink.

Birds fly, fish swim and drunks drink. This business of alcoholism ain’t rocket science. Sugar, we drink to appease an obsession we can not control. We can’t bargain with it, we can’t make any deal with it that doesn’t include copping a buzz. We can’t walk away from it and make it stick. We can’t moderate it, and we can’t control how much we drink or when. It calls to us all the time. We are slaves to it. And it will never willingly let us go. Never!

Self will, as valuable as that is, isn’t going to beat this thing. Drunks with more self will than I will ever hope to have are dying as we speak with the words “I quit” still on their lips.

It seems we suffer from a disease that can only be defeated by a spiritual experience.

On the road to the good stuff,
Richard