After my last post I decided I needed to get out of the house. I still haven't had a shower and put on yesterdays, or the day befores, maybe longer, clothes. I discovered $15 in my change in my pockets and wallet and walked down to the main street and wandered into the pub shortly after opening time. I had 3 schooners of beer at $3.60 each and decided to end with a middie, $2.80 and a glass of port $2.30 that I didn't have enough for. The publican probably felt, as a good customer he would let me go and let me off with the shortfall of cash.
When I was broke I went to the auto-teller at the bank and discovering money there, so I withdrew a further $20. I went back to the hotel where I ordered another beer, placing the note on the bar as I went to the toilet. When I returned the change was on the bar, as was another schooner and another glass of port. I hadn't wanted the port, but, oh well, nothing left but to do but drink them...
Some schooners later and I was feeling pretty merry... I am home now and editing, and re-editing this post as I write. I don't even know why I am writing it. I think maybe I need to go back to A.A. (alcoholics anonymous). I was a long term member for years but struggled with it. I broke down many times on the program and struggled with the 12 steps. I struggled with sponsors and individual personality's within the organisation. I even got to the stage where I chaired meetings, but I was only fooling myself and everyone around me. I remain a mental drunk...
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