Day 100

I don't remember drinking last night. I couldn't have because I've been sober for 100 days exactly. I had just spent the first half my day at a meeting and then the remainder of the day on my deck with a case of non alcoholic beer. My memory goes all the way back to until I went to the convenience store around the corner, which was almost too convenient as the sign said 48 hours open instead of the usual 24.

I had just moved into my current neighborhood around the corner from the convenience store a week before, on my 93rd day. It was supposed to be a fresh start. But somehow I had destroyed that.

I have all the familiar signs of binge drinking from the night before. The headache, body aches, fuzziness, and regret and hatred for my own existence. All that surrounds me in my state of failure is sand and an empty road. There's a road sign a little further ahead but my eyes feel like they are going to burrow out of my skull at any moment. I'll have to walk to a city nearby to find any water to help ease my self inflicted pain.

MONTERREY

1.3 MILES

Monterrey... Mexico?

I live in Michigan.

How much did I drink?

I guess I'll have to break down everything I can remember up until I black out.

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to be continued