My worst skepticism and fears rang true this morning. Ferret was back to his old drinking ways. I was not surprised. It took many tries for me to get sober.
"Don't get on to me," Ferret told me looking ashamed.
"You're an alcoholic and alcoholics drink," was my reply.
Ferret was in a good mood, though. We both began to laugh as Big S stood up and bent over to pick something off the ground and ripped his pants.
"That's what you call being too big for your britches," Ferret said laughing as he slapped me on my knee.
"You both shut the hell up," Big S said as he then slinked off towards home to change.
"How much have you had to drink?" I then asked Ferret.
"Two forty ounces of malt liquor," Ferret replied.
"You can always go to a meeting with me tomorrow," I told him.
"We'll see," Ferret replied.
It it normal to have some slip ups when you try to quit drinking. I just hope Ferret tries again tomorrow and will go to a meeting with me. I look back and shudder at that first week sober. I thought I would go crazy wanting a beer. I would pace the floor and talk to myself constantly.