A Dry Drunk's Last Stand
After white-knuckling it for weeks, another warrior comes in from the combat zone
On that particular Sunday, I was sober just about two weeks. Or rather, I hadn't had a drink since Tax Day, April 15th. I left my house at about 4:30 in the afternoon with the excuse that I was going to look for a newspaper. What I really intended to look for was an open liquor store. I'd never shopped for booze on Sunday, nor did I take notice of the fact that liquor stores in New York State are closed on Sunday. When I bought my stash, it was generally on a weekday after work, or in the morning before work. I never went to the same store at the same time of day to make my purchases,...
-- Steve S.
Douglaston, New York