I’ve only been to jail 3 times in
my life. Twice was a direct result of my
drinking of alcohol. Once I woke up in
jail with stitches on my face and very sore.
Not knowing can be scary. Did I cease to
drink then? No, not yet. I didn’t know
about bottoms yet. I was still “enjoying”
the drink.
Thank-You, my Master, I did not drink
today. Thank-You Master, I did not want
to drink today. And I
pray I don’t drink today.