A Date I Picked

What with being in a fog and all, when it came time for me to pick a sober date shortly after being admitted into the halfway house I racked my brain for what seemed like weeks (probably only 15 minutes really) and settled on January 30th, 1985 as the last day of use of any alcohol or drugs. Turns out that it was a Wednesday back than too.

Yeah, it’s been 28 years. Now, if you will all excuse me, I have to give the DNR fire watch who sits outside my door a cup of coffee. That’s right; I’m so dry I need my own fire watch.

Oh, okay, I’ll stop with the bad jokes.