THE BROOKESHIRE

    This is the first time I’ve written in over two and a half years. I suppose I could blame it on some vast indifference of emotion which seems to have blanketed the heart of my sorry excuse for personhood in these past years, but I will spare you the boredom of that. I came here to write. I am present now, I am sober right now, I have a voice here, and I don’t plan to let that go to waste.

 

   Since I already introduced the topic, let's talk about ‘right now.’ I am a 22 year old recovering alcoholic who is a senior at a very well known public university. I live in the heart of the bible belt believin, SEC cheerin, mud bug eatin pile of a place if you’ve ever seen one. If that wasn’t a mouth full then wait till you make it to the end of this post. I just found out that my sister is having another baby, I haven’t called my sponsor in weeks, and I have no idea what I am going to do with my life; and best yet, the only job I could get in this sorry excuse for a town was a bartending position through the athletics department. Me, an alcoholic who serves alcohol. It can’t get any worse than that right? 

 

    Lets just say, if I make it to graduation then the big man upstairs has a lot of work to do on the mess which I call life.