So glad you realized you needed help. I think contacting AA is a good
thing and moving might not be such a bad idea since your bar of choice
is so close!!! Keep up the good work.. We are all cheering for ya!!!
Linda
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Jigger Woodruff <bayfieldkent@...> wrote:
It's the lifestyle that must change - and that means staying away
>from the old lifestyle!!!
Drunks for friends = same old lifestyle.
Godd luck Mickey. You are plenty smart ehough to find the help you
>need.
Jigger
Thanks, Jigger. The main reason I've been thinking about getting out of
the neighborhood is I live on the same block as my favorite watering
hole. And, of course, I'm friends with the owner, the manager, and all
the regulars. They really don't like to see me go on the wagon. I'm by
far the biggest customer in the joint. It's a working stiffs bar and
the regulars don't make a whole lot of money. But Mickey can always be
counted on the buy rounds when he gets in his cups. So not only the
regulars, but the owner and manager, for monetary reasons, think I'm
the greatest thing since sliced bread.
I hold some records there that I'm really not proud of. The day
bartender is in charge of counting the drinks that were served the night
before. I'm the only one that drinks V.O. whiskey. One evening right
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On Mon, Dec 6, 2010 at 1:44 PM, Mickey wrote:
at shift change I walk in the bar and order a cup of coffee. I had been drinking in the bar the night before and went into a blackout. The day bartender sits the coffee in front of me and says
"Here you go, Mr. 27 shots of V.O." Their shots are actually a shot and
a quarter.
"I didn't drink all those shots myself. I bought some for others" I
said.
Tom the night bartender was walking behind the bar and heard what I
said. "Oh, no!" he said. "You drank them all yourself."
I broke that record a few weeks ago. 31 shots.
What triggered me to finally admit my addiction last week was I got
invited by my barroom buddies to shoot some pool. Their a lot younger
than me and they get a big kick out of watching an old man knock pool
balls off the table. I don't pick on them for money. They say they
learn from me and I give them some cheap entertainment. They just need
quarters to rack 'em. Occasionally, one of them will beat me and they
get a big kick out of it. I'm very gracious when they beat me.
Years ago, long before I got involved in the conventinal gambling world,
from the age of 16 to my late thirties, I was a barboxing nine-baller
who mainly played races to 5 or seven for the money. I lived to play
pool. I quit pool for a lot of years because I was making too much
money in the conventional gambling world.
So I get invited to play pool last week. I had been trying to dry up
and hadn't had any whiskey for two days. I was just trying to down some
beer to come down easy. I go to shoot, and my arm was jerking and
twitching for lack of whiskey. I couldn't get it smoothed out. I
couldn't make three balls in a row. I was embarrassing myself. I
finally said
"give me a shot of whiskey."
After about 5 shots my stroke smoothed out and I went back to running
balls. It was right there shooting pool that night that I finally said
to myself
"Mickey, you have a big problem."
I feel alot better today. I can tell I'm on my way back to good health.
I contacted AA this morning. We'll see what happens.
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