My drinking and other vices were becoming increasingly expensive, and my meagre unemployment benefit just didn't stretch to pay for them, so like any self-respecting person, I looked for a way to generate a second income to keep my pleasures supplied.
A career in burglary suited me right down to the ground. The hours were minimal, the pay was usually good, and there was no overheads and no nagging bosses on my case.
One afternoon I broke into what I thought would be an unoccupied premises, as I prowled from room to room I came across a partly open door, and could hear slight movements coming from within, I turned to sneak away but some kind of irresistible force seemed to grip me and draw me involuntarily to the doorway.
I took a peek inside and saw a semicircle of chairs, most of them occupied, by men and women of varying ages.
Seemingly from nowhere a hand gently grasped my arm and ushered me inside, the owner of the hand was a stunningly beautiful redhead, with the strangest brown eyes I have ever seen, I swear I could see flames dancing in them.
“Sit down, sit down, we'll be starting in just a few moments.”
Her voice was rich, and sweet-sounding, images of drizzling honey filled my thoughts.
I sat down nervously, hoping to sneak out after whatever was about to start, had started.
A minute or two later a fat, balding man, with a bright red nose stood up...
“My name is Tom, and I am an alcoholic........”
“Oh dung in a bucket, this is all I need.” I thought, and stood to leave.
“Please... sit down,” said the redhead, “you're among friends here.”
Images of sweet, sweet honey drizzled into my brain again.
“No...” I stammered, “I really don't belong here.”
The honey began to crystallize, to harden... to splinter and crack...
“Oh, I think you do.” She said, and her fiery stare burned into the depths of my soul. “NOW.... SIT.... DOWN.”
And that my friends, is the story of how I took the first step on the road to becoming teetotal.
How I got off the heroin, the cigarettes, and the solvent abuse?
Well, that's for another day.
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.