Darkness Into Light

Today, I have four years sober, and recently, I was remembering a drunken night from about five or six years ago. I was with the newest love of my life. Of course, we were meant for each other: we both loved to drink. I drank like a man—shots of whiskey, chased by beer. I combined all this with my psychiatric medications. I found myself laying upon the trailer floor. The man I was with was relating stories of how he'd shot a man in a jealous rage after finding him with his wife. These were the kinds of dangerous people I kept company with.