We are very ordinary people living a strange lifestyle. A ragged group of friends from many walks of life being a boozer as the only thing they have in common. Unfit and unable to take care of ourselves if the worst came to us at sunrise. We all had success in life but traded it for problems and failures. For each addiction we reach for and use we are slowly ending our own life. Struggling through days of high energy confident a better life is out there and restless that the noose is getting tighter as the addictions use continues on. When we go in pursuit of the binge we walk to the gallows for the last time. We stand looking into a room and the failure we see is ourselves. No escape from the gallows as the final sentence is made. There are cases that the happy moment the condemned man has is his own hanging because the misery of his life will soon be over in a few short seconds and painless. The night before the hanging his remorse means nothing now and no words will save him. Addictions created failures in us with hands and feet tied and the black hood placed over our heads then the plunge to the end of the rope where our death awaits. Pursuing addictions away from home is our own public execution for many to witness and promise to live a moral life to avoid their death not having good sense to avoid our own. Living sober is the only way to prove to ourselves that we have some smarts after all.
We can avoid the gallows by pursuing a life worth living and not one that is to die for.
see ya’ next time
