Bits And Pieces Of My Life

I believe I have told all of y'all that I had my last drink and illicit drug on September 10th 1990.

For those not too mathematically challenged, that adds up to 34 years.

All I have to do is live until my birthday in September and not drink, and I will have 35 years of sobriety!

I will be 39 years old in September so my sobriety date may overtake my birthdate soon.

I also Told you that I slept with almost 400 women as a result of a game.

Although I would quit the game many years before I got sober it remains a fact.

You probably wonder how I remained sober while the fact that I was sleeping with women other than my wife almost every weekend played in my head!

It wasn't easy!

I needed lots of help while I was still drinking and more after I got sober.

My first bit of help came from the creator of the game I was in!

Strangely enough, he convinced me not to fall in love with anyone.

He emphasized the fact that it was only sex we were after.

As long as we remember that, sex would never interfere with our lives.

It was the 1970s and everyone went crazy for bodily functions.

The next bit of help I got came from a very unusual source.

My wife believed that as long as I came home to her, she was the winner!

Of course this was only partially true.

She was the beneficiary of all the ideals and practices that followed me home.

She was also a victim of worry, wondering if I wouldn’t come home some night

That I would fall prey to all that strange pussy and leave her.

I didn't think of leaving her at least until I found someone else.

In addition, our sex life took on a on a whole new meaning!

I used that woman for everything she had.

I sincerely hope she has nothing but good days left.

When I left Florida I left behind a lot of things including my young son and a beautiful wife.

I was also running away from the law.

I was kind of wanted for writing bad checks.

I contacted an old friend whom we will call my blonde friend.

One phone call she got the police off my back for writing bad checks.

Then my blonde friend made some suggestions to my wife and I.

We have followed her suggestions exactly.

We got married in my future wife’s backyard in front of 100 people or more.

We honeymooned in New Orleans.

We announced she was pregnant as soon as we got back from New Orleans.

Everything was done according to my blonde friend’s plan.

I was too drunk or too stoned to think of anything along those lines.

Everything went according to my blonde friend’s plan until;

My wife got tired of me drinking all the time and threw me out.

I had my last drink and illicit drug on September 10, 1990.

Since then I have been called many things, Mister step is appropriate.

With that in mind perhaps we should talk briefly about the second step of AA.

Step number two is very simple, it reiterates what we have already admitted in our discussions concerning acceptance and bartending.

The second step of AA states that we have decided to turn our will over to a higher power to return us to sanity.

I will repeat it all day, step number two is simple, as long as you have a strong belief in a higher power.

Which I didn’t.

As far as my Blonde friend is concerned, I didn’t Call her until I was completely confused.

It turned out she had read the steps in their entirety several years before.

She had an understanding of the steps that was uncanny.

She patiently explained to me the step does not tell us we have to believe on God to get better.

It says that we need to be willing to believe somewhere down the line.

I breathed a big sigh of relief and went back to work on my motorcycle.

I was full of willingness.

That brings us back to acceptance, something we have already beaten to death in Acceptance Revisited.

As always, if you need someone to talk to, please let me know.