I woke up this morning on plane with my eyes swollen shut and a gaping hole in my cheek. Four teeth missing. Clothes covered in vomit. I had no recollection of the last two weeks.
Wait a second… that wasn’t me. That was James Frey. Well, maybe. It might not have happened like that.
I woke up this morning after five hours of sleep with one thought: I have to stop drinking… but, for real this time.
Then a moment of clarity. What if I did stop drinking? Not forever. Maybe for… let’s see, what’s a nice round, sober number?
30 days. Starting now.