Heh...more retrospect.

I'm starting to get real serious about my recovery now. This coming Saturday will mark 6 months sober. Shall we recount the last 6 months? I think we shall...

It all started May 30th around 11a. I had just woken up with a hangover and set out upon my day. I ventured down Lakeland and then Airport Rd. I ended up at Logan's by Tinseltown. I had two 22oz drafts and a damn good steak.

I went on about my business after stumbling outside into the "too bright for my eyes sun". I don't exactly remember what happened from 11a to about 6p, but I'm sure there was more food consumed. This brings us to the sun about to come down, which was time to start drinking according to the justification I made so I wouldn't be an alcoholic. I came into Sam's Lounge to the familiar sights of my favorite bartender and a couple people I knew that were regulars just like me. I drank $2 Pabst Blue Ribbon until I had at least two full poker hands. Somewhere in there, I managed to purchase a few rounds of Jager shots too. I leave around 2a on the 31st. I make it down Old Canton fine, into my neighborhood fine, and almost to my street. There was a roadblock the block before mine. I couldn't turn around, so I faced the music. I was well over twice the legal limit, so I took a short trip in the back of a new Charger. Spent the rest of the day in a holding cell downtown, then when I thought it was time for me to go home, I get on a transport van to the Hinds County Penal Farm. I spent 3 weeks there working off old fines before I was finally released. At this point, I'm 3 weeks clean. Easy math, huh?

Part of my release was Alcohol & Drug Education classes. Once a week for 8 weeks. I met a few friends of friends while there. It was an overall ok experience. This takes me to 11 weeks clean. (That's 2 months and 3 weeks)

I went to my first AA meeting on August 18th. I was scared shitless. I didn't want to be labeled an alcoholic or an addict. I wanted to be Chase. That was it. But the meeting was amazing, and I met a lot of cool folks that seemed to genuinely care about my sobriety and my well-being. For the next month I went to 2 meetings a day, until I didn't want to be on this Earth anymore. I self-admitted myself to St. Dom's BHU and was there for 1 whole day until I was kicked out for a stupid reason that I refuse to discuss. (3 months and 3 weeks)

This brings us to September 19th, the day I was admitted to Harbor House. I was in Primary for 47 days. (5 months 1 week) I'm currently in Secondary, on my third week, which brings us to today (5 months 3 weeks, 1 day).

Voila. Enjoy.