At 18 years of sobriety, I’m grateful.
Everything slips away into the past. It’s all gone forever. Ever notice that? I was thinking about my childhood. Seems like it was hardly me. My years getting sober in San Jose. Slipped away. My life in Portland, no longer exists. This past year and all its turmoil, like a bad dream. I remember my Zippy. I still love him. … Read More