Damned ugly stuff, that alcohol.  If I ever was to believe in a Devil, alcohol would be it.  It pretends to be your best friend.  It seduces you, promises you sweet bliss, and even when you're sober, it will occasionally say to you, "Remember all the fun we had together, when..?"

It's also a dirty liar, and will leave you hurtin' in the dirt, because it forgets to remind you that it also led you into trouble on many of those "great, fun times".  It will steal your health, your money and your friends, and especially your loved ones.  Then it disappears, to let you face the hangover, the humility, the pain, and sometimes, the law.

I'm working very hard, right now myself, to try to remember one of those horrible "day after"s, each time I get that sweet song cranking up in my brain.  I hope to get to a time that, every time I get a thought of how "nice" it would be to have a drink, it will be immediately followed by revulsion at the thought because of the "nasty" things which will always follow.

Then I put a lid on the works, by capping it with the serenity prayer.

Here's for you Wendy,

Take Care

Nancy Jo