Here Is What Happened When I Quit Drinking Four Years Ago
Four years flew by, and I remember every single day.
“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.” ― Carl Bard
The other day, there was a party here at the school. Everyone was drinking, and I and a few girls were playing pool. The game was taking forever since we were all pretty bad.
All the guys were watching us, and each had chosen their side.
As the game continued, everyone was slowly getting drunker. I had my soda water.
I had set my soda down on the bar with all the other drinks. After my turn, I instinctively reached over, grabbed my soda, and took a drink.
Except it was not soda; it was someone’s beer.
Instantly, I ran and spit it out, not because I was afraid of drinking but because it was so disgusting. My initial reaction was to spit it out.
It was as if poison had entered my mouth, and effectively, that is what it is. Alcohol is poison.
I then found my soda and rinsed my mouth, but it took time to get rid of the aftertaste.
