I had a girlfriend who was convinced that we were both alcoholics. Hey, we met in a bar. We got drunk and screwed. They wrote songs about it (Not really. It was a different screwing in the song). We drank a lot together. I was so convinced by her that I went into re-hab and she followed, a couple of days later. I gave it a good go, but none of the stuff they used as examples ever happened to me. I had no way of identifying with the others who were really trying to clean up their fucked up lives. I was like a ringer and I did not belong there. I still stayed sober for about a year. I had known her almost a year, at that point and the shitty thing about her is that she was using cocaine the whole time and I did not know it. That was the real reason she checked in, too, not to get off of booze.
The funny thing is that when I started to drink again, I was in Jamaica. I had been drinking O'Douls non-alcoholic for a couple of months. I was sitting in a beachside bar, watching the sun go down on my first night, there and thinking of ganja. I ordered and the big, jolly rasta-man laughed at me. He asked why I would want an O'Douls, "You're in Jamaica, Mon? Why? Why you come to Jamaica if you want to drink O'Douls?" His argument was convincing.
