I’m going to finish a mini-tour at Old Chicago in Thornton, CO today.
To me, that’s a victory. I managed to drink 12 craft beers in just a few days. Solely, because I’m not accomplishing much else. I’ll claim that fucking prize too, if you don’t mind.
Some might think I’m a loser. Some might think I’m an alcoholic. I’m calling it a fucking miracle, because it has been the only thing I can keep my mind focused on in the past few weeks.
Honestly? I considered going to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting again (I haven’t been to one in almost a year), but I decided that I needed to not give up on something and drinking beer seems to be a good fucking idea, lately.