Flying High

Being ‘alcoholic’ was not on my list of goals growing up. In fact, I only wanted be ‘perfect,’ not realizing at the time I would not know ‘perfect’ if it stared me in the face. Nope, I had this image of myself as a pilot, a dashing young man with perfect hair, stylish sunglasses, a way-cool leather jacket and my own little black book of all the young pretty girls who would all be clamoring for me sexually and otherwise.