Good morning and happy Saturday boys and girls, I am happy to say, that I am 50 years old and today I have been alcohol-free for 50 days, yes, 50 days. I still can’t use the word sober, because I associate it with someone that will never drink again, and since I’m a human being who is full of fucked up flaws, I can’t say what tomorrow will bring.
Later in the evening, my wife and I are traveling to our
daughter’s apartment in The Bronx, because family and friends are gathering for
dinner and a good time. There will be drinking going on, but no worries kids, drinking
is not in the horizon for me. As a matter of fact, I feel that as the days have
turned into weeks, I don’t think about drinking much. I’ve had a couple of stinking
thinking along the way, but nothing to be concerned about.
With that said, I am Audi 5000 y’all!
OK my homies and homettes, I am happy as fuck this morning, because today is my 40th alcohol-free day. And even though I celebrated my 50th birthday this past Saturday, I didn’t have any alcohol at all. I really don’t know why, but this time around hasn’t been that hard. Maybe, just maybe, every time around gets easier for me, because I pick up a trick or two here and there.
I know that I am no expert in the subject… per say, but the
only advice that I can give out is, not to go crazy thinking about what is it
going to feel like, when you get to so and so many alcohol-free or clean days. Just
keep it simple and take it one day at a time, in my case, since I’m a weekend
binge drinker, I take it one weekend at a time.
With that said my homies and homettes, I am Audi 5000!
OK my homies and homettes, today is my 33rd alcohol-free day and I feel fucking great. I really don’t know if it’s because I haven’t put alcohol in my system for so long, or that I have been off my crazy meds for a couple of weeks, or it could be a combination of both, but I feel really relaxed.
a matter of fact, even though we New Yorkers are well known for rushing
everywhere, lately I’ve been taking my sweet ass time doing anything and everything.
For example, on my way to the salt mines and back home, when I’m exiting the
train, I move to the side, and let everybody rush out and up the stairs.
Every morning, I leave home earlier than most people do, so I don’t have to be running around like a chicken without his head, if something goes wrong with the trains. So why should I join the exodus? Thinking outside the box, there will always be a train behind the one that just left the station. So why rush? Nobody gets out of this planet alive anyway!
OK my homies and homettes, I can’t sit here butt naked in bed, scratching my sweaty balls, while writing this special post just for you, and lie… Because I feel fucking awesome, happy and proud of myself for being alcohol-free for 31 days. One thing that I must mention is, that for the last two weeks or so, I haven’t had any stinking thinking about drinking. I’ve been chilling like a villain. Not for nothing, but my 50th birthday is coming up next Saturday 10/19/19 (Please don’t send gifts. Unless you really want to), but right now, I am not planning shit yet. Plus, I am not planning on drinking for shit either!
On a holiday note! Today, I’m enjoying my day off from the salt mines, due to the Columbus Day holiday. But as my loyal 1.5 readers know, I don’t sugarcoat shit, because it doesn’t matter if I put sprinkles and a cherry on top of a pile of it… IT IS STILL SHIT! So, I must be honest and say, that I don’t give a flying FUCK about Columbus Day, I just enjoy the paid day off.
OK my homies and
homettes, I am happy to announce, that today I have been alcohol-free for one
month. WOO-HOO MY MADAFAKAS! And to be honest with my loyal 1.5 readers,
I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRREAT! Since I’m a weekend binge
drinker, it is fucking awesome to be able to wake up in the morning, on the
weekends, without a fucked hangover.
Plus, even though I stopped taking all my crazy meds a few weeks ago, I don’t feel anxious, depressed, down, sad or in any way… fucked up. I know that I haven’t seen my shrink in a little over a month, but that’s because I decided to work on some of my shit on my own. Then later, I will call him for an appointment.
OK my homies and homettes, today I am happy and proud as fuck… Why, you asked my madafakas? Because today I am celebrating my 28th alcohol-free day. And if you know no motherfucking math, that equates to 4 alcohol-free weeks. So when I leave the salt mines at 4:30 pm today, I’m going straight across the street, to the bar and celebrate… yes, you read that right. I’m going to the bar to get drunk on plain lemon flavor seltzer water. Bwahahahahaha! All jokes aside, I’m just doing the usual, head on home and do the usual… SHIT!
OK my homies and homettes, today marks my 27th alcohol-free day and I’m feeling fucking great, because I’m just one day away from getting drunk and celebrating four alcohol-free weeks. WOO-HOO! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! My peeps, I might be one crazy ass motherfucker, but I’m not one stupid ass motherfucker, so I’m just fucking with you when I say that I’m getting drunk to celebrate. The reality of it all is, that just like every other day, I’m just going to be chilling like a villain.