I Might Have Missed It All

It was 1990 and I was feeling sorry for myself. My girlfriend of 19 years had gone to AA to get sober. Her life was getting better; my life seemed to be circling the drain. I did not have any real friends, just the kind of people who hung around me for as long as there was free booze. I had already ruined one marriage and had lost the privilege of raising my daughter. Doctors told me I should cut back or stop altogether. A couple of shrinks tried to help me with my problems; but how could they, when I never told them the truth? I came up with a brilliant plan. I would learn to play the tenor sax. This would give me something to do and get my mind off drinking. The problem was I would drink before, after, and sometimes during lessons.