No more party down
No more drinking into oblivion.
No more DUI.
No more handcuffs.
No more jail cells.
No more hangovers.
No more making up excuses.
No more torn clothes.
No more bloody knuckles.
No more black eyes.
No more broken relationships
and all I had to do was
go to meetings.
This is wonderful!
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ReplyDeleteA fine honest rant and rave.
ReplyDeleteGetting a handle on a twister. Ride it to the other side. My Best!!!!!!
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