Booze

Four years ago I was a mess. A forty-eight-year-old, nearly 300 lb., mess. Booze had given me everything in my early life, then slowly and subtly started to take my life away. This is an account of my thirty-seven-year relationship with alcohol, a rather messy, protracted divorce (I got the kids), and nearly four years of sobriety at the time of writing. If I can do it, anyone can.