Hello Sea Beagle II,
Eighteen years for me, as of July 3rd.
On that day, standing in a bar listening and watching these guys who could remember every ball game stat but obviously could not control their own lives,I suddenly realized that there must be something wrong with me to seek out their associating.
So, set down my unfinished Scotch, walked out and never drank a drop of alcohol since and now wonder why I did in the first place.
When telling this story over the years, I also say, that “I’ll bet that I could walk back into that bar today and they would be finishing the same sentience that I walked out on”, it was always the same stuff/nonsence being told/said over and over.
Anyway congratulations, you are not alone.
How about same time next year?
Regard,
Ron Fisher