The Memories That Alcohol Stole

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life is getting very good. After a rough few years, battling through some self-inflicted wounds, the passing of my hero, my grandfather, and a good dose of old fashioned bad luck, I’ve come through the woods and into the sunlight.

My life is quieter now, and while my former self would have been quick to label it boring, I find it deeply fulfilling. I’ve traded my worst habit for a far less bad one…