I don't know why I am the way I am sometimes. I just came off a wonderful Summer spree, sober, pot free, working out, working a job well and reliably.

I think probably because I had to, for myself and sobriety was the rule of the house in Pensacola. I became set free from that situation and on my own again, and fell apart.

It reminds me of how I landed in Tennessee a few years back. No woman, no rules, no obligations, just me. I ended up a flagrant drunk and partied my ass off between Nashville and Roatán.

I guess I don't do well alone. But I better get my act together now or I'm going to end up in a detox nursing home. And that my friends would probably be the end of me.