I may as well start at the beginning. My 91 days in jail recovery plan. The title of this blog is not totally true. I used to go into bars back in early 2013 near the end of my drinking carrier. I would tell anyone who would listen, “I am a alcoholic, I need to cut back on drinking”. One bartender said, “you say the same thing every time I see you buddy!”
I am not proud of my bottom or my drinking. I simply tell the story. It is what we do if we are one of the lucky few to have a story. Over the last few years I told it a number of times. At first I was excited to tell everyone about how I got “Saved by God!” I told everyone what works, exactly how it works, specifically why it works. Alcoholics call this the pink cloud.
After a while my story became more polished. I could tell you all the reasons why I am a drunk. I could tell you how I got my faith in AA. I learned a great deal about myself. The more I learned the less I liked myself. My program became difficult around year 2-3. These days I have learned not think about it so much. My best shares and my best meetings are when I do not think about what I have to say.
Let me explain how it was in the end. As people in AA say, the experience. I was living in Lake Tahoe (Nevada side) going to Sierra Nevada college. I had a 1.6 GPA overall. Over the summer I got a place to stay with a friend of mine at the Cal-Neva casino. I started working down the street at the Crystal bay club (Security work). The time line for this is June 2013. I had already got DUI’s 1 and 2 starting at the end of 2012.
I had this crappy 2001 Hondai Accent, the cops must have known me. I also had been driving for about 3 years without license, registration or insurance. Okay, things were just crazy. I told my roommate (lets call him Jim) “Isn’t this great, we live in a casino. We have a jar full of weed and booze right downstairs at the bar if we need it!” Jim says, “No dude, this sucks.” Jim ended up going home and joined recovery. I ended up staying at the casino because I thought I had it made (as long as I was not sober).
Fast forward, to June 11th 2013 the night I took my last drink (or any illegal drug). I happened to be on my way out to the local bars because my birthday was on the 12th of June (I was turning 30). The joke was always, “lets have a couple of beers”. Really I wanted to get good and drunk.
The irony is in this one detail. The guy I was hanging with that night (lets call him Rod), he had just done 9 years in prison. This was for a hit and run DUI which caused manslaughter. He got out early on exceptional behavior. We had met earlier through some good friends we both knew. He had remained sober for years and worked hard on his life. I think in spiritual way, our paths were combined and then split apart again on a different path.
Before the DUI Rod said, “take this street it is safer”. It was a way I usually would not take. I promptly got pulled over. I pulled into the bowling ally because I did not want to get a tow by the cops for being parked in the street. When the cops asked me “Why do you think we pulled you over.” I just blurted out, “because I am drunk.” I always learned it is best to tell the truth in the military.
One part of this I laugh about is what I said to the police while I was getting cuffed and arrested. They said, “well you failed the sobriety test so we have to arrest you!” I said, “listen, I am a Army vet so if we just all forget about this whole thing, I will not tell anybody!” The self-entitlement I had. I looked at Rod that day as I pulled away in the police car headed to Reno jail. This would not be the last time I would see Rod.
About 2 years into my sobriety I got a call that Rod was in the hospital here in Reno. I went and seen him, he had been drinking himself to death. Just a detox, guys at the bars I used to frequent were coming to visit him. I prayed for him and gave him my phone number. But I could see it, he was not done.
I was never planning on quitting drinking 1 day before I turned 30. But I happen to spend 91 days in Washoe county jail. Here I quickly became lead chef, serving the worst food to the worst people. You want to feel like a smart guy, just end up in jail. It is here that I believe I personally took step 1. After I got out I got right into treatment. I got a sponsor and took all the the steps as described in the Big Book of AA. This was my introduction to the program of recovery.
I have only a little time with 4 years sober. I also know only a little. However, this is such a good bottom story that I pray to what I call God that I never change it. The desire to drink or use drugs has left me thanks to a spiritual power beyond my understanding.
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