So what does a guy who's been sober for going on six years contribute to an effort that is about getting drunk and writing? Memories, perspective, interpretation? Nothing? Who knows. Shortly, I'll be getting my start on a sober man's drunk, namely drinking copious amounts of caffeinated drinks and building up even larger amounts of jealousy that almost always hits me at times when I'm the only non-drunk person in the room. Curses to my lightweight genes and the generations of drunk family members who may have caused them to be overly attracted to alcohol in large amounts. Curses to the fact that I actually care enough now to know that I don't want to spend most of my waking hours either falling down drunk or wanting to fall down drunk. Curses, curses, curses.
But also cheers. Enjoy your drinks and check back here later when the caffeine starts kicking my ass and the pink elephants ask me if I want foam in my latte.