Last Chance

My drinking career began in 1974. I got a job at a large automated bakery plant. I would go home drunk a lot. My mom wasn’t stupid, she would be waiting for me every night. I got tired of all her rules, so I decided to move out. Now I was able to party every night. I also missed a lot of work. I worked at the bakery plant for five years before I was fired; then another bakery for three months and got fired again. My mom and dad let me move back in if I promised to go to AA meetings every day and see a counselor once a week. That worked out great for a while. I got my job back at the first bakery. But after three years, my drinking got out of hand again and that was the beginning of my rollercoaster ride to self-destruction.