I'm A Crier - Let

The Good News Is That By The Second Year, Those Cravings Were About As Half As Frequent, And By The Third Year, Half As Much Again. I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Crooked, I Can't Complain. After All Those Years Of All Kinds Of Abuse And Crashing Into Trees At Eighty Miles An Hour And Jumping Off Buildings And Living Through Overdoses And Liver Disease, I Feel Better Now Than I Did Ten Years Ago. I Might Have Some Scar Tissue, But That's Alright, I'm Still Making Progress.

I Know Whatever My Father Did, In His Own Way, He Still Loved Me.

It Was Like The Wizard Of Oz Had Spoken, And What He Said Was Too Ludicrous To Take Seriously.

Having A Moment Of Clarity Was One Thing; I'd Had Moments Like That Before. It Had To Be Followed With A Dedicated Push Of Daily Exercise. It's A Trite Axiom, But Practice Does Make Perfect. If You Want To Be A Strong Swimmer Or An Accomplished Musician, You Have To Practice. It's The Same With Sobriety, Though The Stakes Are Higher. If You Don't Practice Your Program Every Day, You're Putting Yourself In A Position Where You Could Fly Out Of The Orbit One More Time.

Time And Distance Have A Way Of Playing Tricks With Your Best Intentions.