"How did you quit drinking?" I asked George down at Fat Albert's this morning.
I expected a long diatribe dissing AA as George thinks the people that go to AA are crazy, brain-washed, nuts.
"Oh, I still drink," George said with a grin. "I drink a six pack of malt liquor every afternoon when I get off of work."
"Your mom still won't let you drink inside, will she?" I asked.
George grinned and said, "I drink them in my Buick."
At least he has cut down. I never could moderate my drinking. I would always drink till I passed out or fell over. This lessened drinking is the key to George holding his current job.
"You still drink?" George asked me.
"I haven't had a drink in over a year," I proudly reported back.
"Your life must be so boring," George replied with a look of distaste on his face.
I let the snide remark slide down and off my back. George will probably always drink. Some find AA. Many don't and spend their lives in drunken chaos. George sure has seen his fair share of drinking related hardships. I wish I could rescue my friend, but can only lead by example.