My first meeting back in a long time went well. I picked up another white chip signifying the start of a new bout of sobriety which was symbolic of the new life I am going to try and build. I also shared my story, warts and all, including the mouthwash drinking. I had a court ordered meeting goer approach me after the meeting about what I said.
"You actually drank mouthwash?!"
"I am shamed to admit it, but yes, I did."
"It was a dollar a bottle and got you just as drunk or drunker than a case of beer that cost almost twenty."
"Where did you find out about doing that?"
"From a homeless friend," I replied. "He drank it all the time."
The guy was fixated on my mouthwash imbibing days, and I hope I didn't put errant thoughts into his head. I shudder when just writing about it and it makes me want to throw up. This guy was also fixated on "what an alcoholic actually was." He was in the meetings cause he drove his truck up drunk into a group of trees and almost killed himself. I keep hoping these court ordered meeting goers find something good in the meetings. They certainly have grown in number since I last attended.