Again, I must interrupt my series of posts on jobs
because a rather important event is about to happen in my life and I absolutely
want to share it with you. Just shy of seven months as a free man, I am happy
to report that, as a 37-year-old, I am moving out of my mother's home. Again.
Maybe for the fourth time in my life, and hopefully for the last.
I alluded to this in my last post but not before because I didn't want to get overexcited about it until it was actually approved by my agents. Now it is official, and I can proudly relate this information to you: I AM MOVING! This Saturday, in fact. Just two short days from now.
I have actually written about this move before, but as a failed attempt at leaving the nest possibly too early. I'm moving into a house with two sober guys from the program, one of which I was in prison with, and I've worked with for some time. He no longer works with me, but we remain friends. I don’t know the other guy, but he’s sober, and that counts for a lot.
I’ve been to see the house once. It’s small as you can see in the picture I haven’t added yet, but I’ll have my own room, so it isn’t like a sober house environment. There isn’t a house manager that watches over us, or anybody to give us random shakedowns and breathalyzers. I have my agents for that. This is a step forward.
It couldn’t come at a better time, in my opinion, as I will be moving on to the next phase of I.S.R. on the 9th of April. That will open up a lot more time that I can spend doing things that I want to do like go to more meetings, and spending more time with my family. I am also finishing the last three hours of my community service this Sunday, which I believe I mentioned previously.
It’s all lining up. Everything is going well in so many ways. So I need to be really careful. For somebody like me, good news can be all I need to trick myself into thinking I deserve a reward. Maybe I can go out and celebrate with just one drink, or just a little crack (“A little” crack doesn’t actually exist. It’s an all or nothing drug. For more information, go here). I mean, at this point I’ve built myself a pretty good network of people that I can reach out to if the urge hits me, but it’s always good to layer on the protection.
This disease of mine can also be described as an allergy. When I drink or do drugs, things just go haywire. My body responds differently to them than normal people. Also, my allergy in particular is a little more severe than say, a gluten allergy. Oh, also I don’t believe that’s a real allergy, but I’m not a Doctor. Anyhow, let’s say that somebody with a gluten allergy accidentally ingests some flour. Well, maybe an hour or so later, they fart a little and that causes some slight discomfort or embarrassment. Well, when I ingest a little alcohol, or maybe some meth, my world flips upside down. I can no longer take care of myself financially, mentally, or physically. And this allergy affects others, too. For example, if I smoke crack, you may no longer have a television, and some of your smaller valuables may go missing, as well.
Simply put, chemicals make me not give a fuck about you or me. And I’d really like to avoid all of that so that’s why I’ve immersed myself in this program of Alcoholics Anonymous. And I’m not worried about relapsing because of my new place and my new freedoms, I’m excited to see what I can do with them. And I’m really happy to be able to share of this with you people. And for you that are new to this blog, I encourage you to see where it all started almost two years ago with just five pieces of writing paper, and a 3” flexible safety pen behind the unforgiving bars at St. Cloud Men’s Reformatory/State Prison. Until next time…
I alluded to this in my last post but not before because I didn't want to get overexcited about it until it was actually approved by my agents. Now it is official, and I can proudly relate this information to you: I AM MOVING! This Saturday, in fact. Just two short days from now.
I have actually written about this move before, but as a failed attempt at leaving the nest possibly too early. I'm moving into a house with two sober guys from the program, one of which I was in prison with, and I've worked with for some time. He no longer works with me, but we remain friends. I don’t know the other guy, but he’s sober, and that counts for a lot.
I’ve been to see the house once. It’s small as you can see in the picture I haven’t added yet, but I’ll have my own room, so it isn’t like a sober house environment. There isn’t a house manager that watches over us, or anybody to give us random shakedowns and breathalyzers. I have my agents for that. This is a step forward.
It couldn’t come at a better time, in my opinion, as I will be moving on to the next phase of I.S.R. on the 9th of April. That will open up a lot more time that I can spend doing things that I want to do like go to more meetings, and spending more time with my family. I am also finishing the last three hours of my community service this Sunday, which I believe I mentioned previously.
It’s all lining up. Everything is going well in so many ways. So I need to be really careful. For somebody like me, good news can be all I need to trick myself into thinking I deserve a reward. Maybe I can go out and celebrate with just one drink, or just a little crack (“A little” crack doesn’t actually exist. It’s an all or nothing drug. For more information, go here). I mean, at this point I’ve built myself a pretty good network of people that I can reach out to if the urge hits me, but it’s always good to layer on the protection.
This disease of mine can also be described as an allergy. When I drink or do drugs, things just go haywire. My body responds differently to them than normal people. Also, my allergy in particular is a little more severe than say, a gluten allergy. Oh, also I don’t believe that’s a real allergy, but I’m not a Doctor. Anyhow, let’s say that somebody with a gluten allergy accidentally ingests some flour. Well, maybe an hour or so later, they fart a little and that causes some slight discomfort or embarrassment. Well, when I ingest a little alcohol, or maybe some meth, my world flips upside down. I can no longer take care of myself financially, mentally, or physically. And this allergy affects others, too. For example, if I smoke crack, you may no longer have a television, and some of your smaller valuables may go missing, as well.
Simply put, chemicals make me not give a fuck about you or me. And I’d really like to avoid all of that so that’s why I’ve immersed myself in this program of Alcoholics Anonymous. And I’m not worried about relapsing because of my new place and my new freedoms, I’m excited to see what I can do with them. And I’m really happy to be able to share of this with you people. And for you that are new to this blog, I encourage you to see where it all started almost two years ago with just five pieces of writing paper, and a 3” flexible safety pen behind the unforgiving bars at St. Cloud Men’s Reformatory/State Prison. Until next time…
