Tonight is the eve of my sobering up. On Nov 7, 1984, I went to First Avenue to hear The Cure play a 2+ hour show (there was no opening act) and then went to a party afterwards On the way home from the party I realized that if I didn’t quit drinking I was probably going to die. I had just gotten laid off from a dead-end job I hated and I had too much free time. However, having all my time for myself probably helped me focus on what I needed to do and get back on track. There are times I miss it but I’ve never once had a relapse.