Alcohol Addiction

Showed up to my wife’s son’s parent-teacher conference smelling of lychee martini and had to excuse myself to vomit. Haven’t seen my wife that disappointed since I told her I still liked football.

Got tired of it.

Sometimes you have reverse tolerance. Happens with opiates, and can happen with alcohol. I think I was in that phase. My tolerances were dropping, and I was losing my interest in things I needed to do to function.

Figured I better sober up before I find myself unemployed.

I realized I was totally fricking miserable, was drowning in debt, and felt like I was on the verge of being fired.

I put a gun to my head and held it there quite awhile.

I ultimately decided that if I wanted to live, I had to admit that everything about the way I was living my life wasn't working, and that I had no idea what I was doing.

So basically, I had to just quit fighting, and let go. It took a long time, and was extremely humbling, but it's obviously the best decision I ever made.

Went with my friends to Vegas one weekend before my boys wedding. We found our way onto the roof of Caesar’s Palace and started killing shots and took some pills one of the guys we were with scored.

Woke up the next morning and our suite was trashed. Couldn’t find my buddy who was getting married. Spent all day searching for him. There was a random baby in the room and a freaking Tiger!!

We searched around the city, found out one of our other friends in the party ended up getting married to a stripper (who was the baby’s mom). Got blackmailed by a small Chinese man who was naked in the trunk of our car. One of us got punched by Mike Tyson (who was pissed we stole his Tiger). Tracked down the guy who sold us the “ecstasy” which turns out was actually roofies.

We finally figured out our missing friend was still on the roof because we found his mattress on a statue outside Caesars. See, he threw it off the building to get our attention.

Once we found him we had just a few hours to drive him back to LA where he was getting married. Got him back just in the nick of time.

Wild fricking weekend. Been sober 15 years since.

Got kicked out of my house and basically had an ultimatum.

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what was trigger/event that caused you to finally take that step?

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Have had hundreds of them that should have done it. Hell I was homeless for 3 months and still kept going hard for four years after that. It's a hell of a thing hating yourself and it's even more hell when everyone you care about most frickin hates you too. Very thankfully and fortunate to be 9 months sober and as happy as ever been.

I finally hit rock bottom and realized it. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I realized I may die the way I was going.. stopped cold Turkey. No meetings or nothing.

After being involuntarily committed by the coroner for the third time, I stopped drinking.

I want to show my children a better way. That drinking beer every day ain’t necessarily normal. Gout, that shite hurts, and I can’t be a cripple because I’ve got to coach em both up for a juco ball scolly.

Just quit, you can do it.