Once upon a time a monkey was wondering through the jungle during a storm and came across an old partially demolished building. Inside the building was an elevator that provided refuge from the storm. The monkey climbed in and didn't notice the doors slowly closing.

when the monkey woke up from a heavy sleep he looked around in horror to a world very frightening and small and alone. he beat on the walls and screamed in panic but no help came. He pleaded and cried and continued...

Determinator

How am i dooing?? Is this a story about me, or a journal of what i doo? I'll blog some more later on. :H...

Ripple

It's a funny thing about life when you're little. You think about what you're going to be when you grow up. But did any of us ever really think "When I grow up...I want to be a person with a drinking problem?"

I grew up with an alcoholic father and a mother who was an alcohol abuser. My grandfather on my dad's side was an alcoholic and my aunt on my mother's side as well so I guess you can say I inherited the genes for trouble.

I did...

Eve11

I felt pretty good making the choice to moderate when I first came here.. My past wasn’t daily drinking. When I drank it usually wasn’t even heavy drinking to most folks. I could get a real good buzz off of 3 glasses of wine and was sufficiently drunk with 4..

It was easy to believe I was an “abuser” of alcohol and not a chronic alcoholic like my father had been. I remember hearing the beer bottle cap popping the first thing in the morning when he would get up and it never quit popping...

Eve11

Hmm, I'll have to find out.

Noelle