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  • It has been 13 days without a drop of alcohol. It is not getting any easier to stay away though, every time I need to get gas or go buy something at the store the hellish liquid calls for me. Today I have to go pick up some toilet paper because I was running low. When I got to the store I picked up some toilet paper and on the way to the checkout, I saw some beer on sale. I knew it was a bad idea but I had been drinking for years and been fine, what would be wrong with just one 6 pack? Returning home I decided to crack open a cold one and put the other 5 in the fridge, I was not going to have more that one that day. After that, I started watching the game but my team was losing so I thought one more beer couldn’t hurt, in the past I could put back 10 in a row no trouble. It got hard to remember what happened after the second one because I didn’t stop at 2. I finished all 6 of the beers and then decided to go get more, on my way to the store I fell down the stairs and hit my head. I woke up that night in the hospital with a broken collar and a concussion. The nurses told me I was going to be ok but I knew that this would happen again, I was too weak. Well, it was my lucky day and as I was going to sleep I saw a bright green flash out of my window. My mother had always said to wish on a shooting star so I asked to never be tempted by alcohol again.

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