The past few weeks have been rough. The holidays away from home got to me harder than I thought they would. I’ve spent most of the past 3 weekends in one of the deepest drunken stupors I’ve been in. Not that there have been many, but none of them were good.

I would wake up in my bed every time. I would never remember how I got there, when I got there, or where I was prior to being there. Not good. Even worse? No hangover. I know that sounds like the greatest thing ever to many a drinker, however, if my body is having no negative reaction to the insane amounts of absinthe (legit, no less) I had one weekend, there’s a problem.

Yesterday, I had my reflection. I started looking at it all and myself and where I’m going to be in a matter of days. Do I want to be this way? Not really, no.

I met up with my buddy, Steve, and we went out for a few beers and darts. It was a relatively quiet night. It was good. After we were done there, we went back to camp and hung out with our buddies. I was done drinking, they weren’t. S’all good. Except they kept trying to pressure me to drink. I hate that.

At around 1, we all started talkin about our lives and what we’ve done and how we’re here now. Things were laid out in the open. Confessions were made, bonds were strengthened. It was the first real conversation I’ve had with the man I consider my best friend in a long time. Lots of bro love goin on.

I’ve lost track of where this going, so I’ma cut it off here and maybe return to it later.