Today marks the first trip I have taken in TWENTY TWO YEARS without a drink. Twenty two fucking years man of slammin’ beers and shots in the terminal like a bozo waiting for the booze bus to ship me off to party hard or play music for a bunch of drunk people stoned on god knows what.
Im 40. Thats over half my god damn, god forsaken life of having three ‘Andrew’ modes: drunk, stoned, or hungover with a big side of hangxiety.
Twenty two years of fuzzy memories or drunk fights or drunk nights… or just passed out drunk. That isnt me anymore man. Fuck all that noise.
I’m hitting 90 days sober tomorrow... with a special wellness retreat with someone very special in my life. But… Fuck this shit is hard. One day at a time.
I am gratefum for another 24 and I’m not dead like Adam, Teddy, Wynn, Rich, & Ben… 5 of my buds taken WAY too fucking early man… years ago too. We were young and dumb and full of coke and rum.
Fuck you drugs and alcohol. Im so fucking DONE with BOTH of you. Piss off you fucking assholes. Pricks.
Just a burned out old party bar trying to change his damn life for the better for his 2 sons who need a sober Dad around not some fucking selfish asshole drunk prick. They need me, badly. Erica needs me (not so badly she ab kill me y’all lmao 😅). But… I need me. 🙏🙏
So here is the ol’ 3 drink rule @hannahcmontoya - this time round its a pellegrino with a lime, black coffee, & a cranberry juice (im on my period)… used to be a shot, a beer, and a tito’s & soda. Fuck yaaaaaself. 💧☕️🧃
Headed west. Let’s rock and roll you mother fuckers. 🤘🎸
Oh and FUCK YEAH to @jamesygraym for 8 years!! What a flex brother!! POWER. 💪💪💪
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4:59AM
Break the chains & be free from the chains of alcohol that cut so deeply and the toxic relationships that hurt so badly. - Anonymous 🩸🗡️⛓️💥
A few weeks ago I went to my flesh therapist and described to her what was going on with me, getting sober and finally getting through this horrible, never ending divorce (currently at 392 days, still ongoing) and she suggested a bloody dagger laden in symbolism and I agreed… Hell yeah.
For this design we settled on a dagger jabbed deeply into my left thigh searching for my femoral artery, a crucial artery that gets blood from the heart to your lower abdonmen, and, if cut properly, will have you bleeding out and dead in no time… Hell yeah.
So what does it mean man? Well if I let booze back into my bloodstream or let my soon to be ex wife ever get that close to my heart again, it can surely kill me. The Whole Damn Wu Tang Clan preaches “protect ya neck” but what about “protect your sacred energy and your blood” man? Hell yeah.
There are also 7 droplets of blood signifying the s7, or 7 deadly sins, because I am trying to kill off pride (superbia), greed (avaritia), lust (luxuria), envy (invidia), gluttony (gula), wrath (Ira) and sloth (acedia) through my various sobriety programs. No time for those, I have already asked the Universe, my Higher Power (Step 3) to remove them from me which is Step 7 of the 12 Step AA program. Hell yeah.
Above the dagger reads the Shakespear quote, slightly modified for some cheeky word play, but included on ALL AA chips - ‘To Thine Own Self Be True.’ The meaning man… ✍️🔏🖊️
Well folks I have to keep me as #1, as Alcoholics Anonymous says, because if you lose yourself, you lose it all… and I almost lost it all. Gone is the beautiful dream home, the ‘perfect family’ (hah!), the glorious days of swimming with my two sons in our backyard pool, BBQ’ing on the weekends…
…but it had to all come crashing down, and in dramatic fashion I might add, and I am so grateful it did. 🙏💪
You see I have to look at this divorce from a wider lense and accept this fall from grace as a warning to those who are on the verge of losing it all… but I am grateful for it.
Grateful that my former partner secretly took our children out of town and had me served divorce papers on that fateful Friday of September 19th, 2025, knocky knock knock lol 💥💥🚪, because through all the pain, all the loneliness, all the sorrow, all the money lit on a devil’s fire on attorney fees and all my money lost in the “settlement” from a disastrous and cunning Med-Arb debacle, I gained something that is PRICELESS…
My sobriety.
But bear witness for you are all watching the rebirth of a man who lost his happiness and his damn life to booze, and all the fun derivatives that go along with the bottle addiction, and I feel like I got my damn life back NOW. What a blessing it is.
Was it easy? Shit no! And I may have had to ex-communicate a few along the way to protect myself, my sanity, and my sobriety but man… what a sick and twisted miraculous blessing it is. Just like this bloody, flesh twisted dagger man... Hell yeah.
And just like this dagger… which someone stuck into my leg and twisted pretty hard just to make sure it got nice and deep and was searching, grinding towards that critical artery to kill me, I stopped it. And if I want to drink, all I have to do is look at my left thigh and think about all those horrible, painful feelings I felt… and suddenly the urge and want to drink or use vanishes like a fireman vanishes into the smokey mist after a house fire. Hell yeah.
To conclude, there is a broken chain on the handle to signify my breaking of the psychological chains that used to keep me chained down like a mutilated Notre Dame hunchback or a fantastical beast that is looking for love like a flower slowly losing its pedals as it incrementally dies… day by day…
One day at time.
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4:05AM and I feel like the writer’s block has finally worn off but wiped me out like a 12ft roaring Pipe wave crashing down on me on the North Shore of Oahu - waves I am too chicken shit to attempt because I’m old now and the youth, the boysies, can paddle out there and attack those monstrous water bombs that crush your soul onto the shallow waters if the Hawaiin lava rock reef. 🌋🌊
I had a meeting with an agent, god bless the AA Fellowship and network, and have a 90 day follow up in February and got good feedback… I just need more content, more writing samples, enough to, ya know, fill a fucking book. 😅📖
I took most of this project offline thanks to some sound advice from a good friend @Trips17_ & the fact that people kept reading and reaching out to ask ‘if I was ok’ - lol. No I wasn’t… that’s the whole damn point of the live memoir - to tap into the reality artery of what I was going through physically and mentally in those first few weeks of recovery & to get those real and raw emotions and feelings down in real time using raw methods. 😱😱
So back to the beautiful disaster that is me and my laptop in the still and silent serenity filled mornings before the birds even start chirping. This is a time I have visited in my past but was deep in my cups. 🫗🫗
Now? Coffee. And nicotine. And water, delicious healing ice cold ice water. The best combo, the realest combo, the only combo for an alcoholic asshole like me. 🚬💧
Back to the Bird Masked Physician and the meaning behind it and editing and bobbing and weaving in allusions, or easter eggs as the kids say, to construct something worth publishing and worth reading - so help me God. 🐦⬛🎭
Ok back to it. Peace and love above all else and may serenity fill your Thursday souls. ✌️♥️🙏
116 days in. But as always… One day at a time. 💪
The Bubonic Plague Bird Masked Physician is famous medieval clothing worn by plague doctors & was intended to protect them from airborne diseases during outbreaks of the Bubonic Plague that wiped out half of Europe’s population. It is is often seen as a symbol of death and disease… how fitting huh y’all? 🐦⬛🩺
I got this tattoo because, for me, it symbolizes my own hellish Black Death & the death of my former self, my diseased ego kill, & my recovery. Booze & alcohol are my personal Black Plague and I never want to live that life again. 🙏🖤
It will forever serve as a reminder of the darkness I went through before entering recovery and I am so grateful for it. 💀🖤
Easiest way for me not to succumb at the hands of this Black Death? Stay sober - not one sip, one beer, one whiskey… and live life one day at a time. 🩺🖤
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