On the left, the old me; runnin' and gunnin' the mean streets of Bridgeport,
hair on fire, drinking up a storm, chasin' women(even catchin' a few)!
The pic on right is me now; clean and serene; living in the country.
Along with my faithful pit-mix, China!
What a different world, just 75 miles from my former home.
We've even got cows, chickens, and llamas being raised nearby.
There is much debate about the "geographic cure"; you know the
saying,"no matter where you go, there you are".
For me, there were just too many memories back there; I drank in
nearly every bar & strip joint.
It is true that the bottom line decisions to drink or not, are still
up to me, regardless of location.
I simply find that I don't have any history or memories to draw on.
So I just plug along here, a transplanted city-slicker, enjoying the
relaxed pace and quiet of the suburbs.
2 comments:
that sounds like a good place to me. and sometimes just the change in scenery helps one along the right track.
Nice!! I spent my 20's drinking and gunnin' in New Haven. Geographic cure did not help me, while a brief respite, I continued on here on the North Shore of Mass. It has taken a connection with a power greater than myself, a recognition and an acceptance and yes, surrender that seems to have led to inner peace and sobriety.
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