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... and sippin a glass of single malt scotch on the last day of my life.
I'm not dying, I don't have any whiskey on hand, and I haven't dished out 10 bucks for a dime bag since my freshman year of college.
However, I just celebrated 20 years of clean living and sobriety - June 13, 1986 - and having a momentary hypothetical what-if.
Place and time would matter. If my wife and kids were with me, I'd spend the whole day on a picnic by the lake, kids crawlin on my head and playing yard games. If it was just my wife - in bed half the day and walking in the mountains the rest.
All alone in a room, cell, or isolated place - a joint and shot might be nice...
Just random thoughts on a sobriety birthday...
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