Day 19

I'm fairly glad I moved. I feel like the friends here are healthier for me. See, back home my blackouts were almost glorified. I have a tattoo in commemoration of my first blackout. It's an "epic" story. I'm goddamn sick of telling it. Sure, I guess possible alcohol poisoning is fine if you get a laugh out of it. Then there's my DUI. I get mad props all the time because of how high I blew(.285) and for the fact that I was driving on a bike path. My life isn't a TV show, I really had to talk to cops while wasted, I really was drunk at my arraignment, and I really went to jail. Haha, yeah, but don't I look fabulous in my mugshot? I appreciate my new friends. They're a little stuck up for the most part, and yeah, their morals are skewed as fuck when it comes to personal shit, but they're the kind of people that recognize that I have a problem. They're the kind of people that will come up to me during a blackout and "double-dog dare" me to stay sober and then hold me to it the next day. They will also keep all kinds of alcohol in the house and mix cocktails every evening. Again, skewed morals. I feel like this wouldn't have been a thing back home. Actually, I know it wouldn't. I'd prolly get made fun of for going to my meetings.