A Small Window of Grace

I never thought I’d stop drinking. In those rare moments when that possibility crossed my mind, I'd imagined how it might end: tossed out into the gutter of a dive bar, passed out in a pool of vomit on my bathroom floor, carted away in handcuffs in the back of a police cruiser. Those things hadn't happened, so whenever I had fleeting thoughts of whether it was time to put down the drink, I’d tell myself it wasn’t that bad.