I remember rows of uncomfortable metal chairs filled with strange, happy people. Watery coffee. The stench of stale cigarette smoke. I spent a great deal of time differentiating myself, as if making the distance would disprove my reason for being there in the first place. I am an alcoholic. But I wasn’t like that guy over there! He was rough; a gigantic biker fit with the leather get-up. That lady in front of me? I looked nothing like her, with her purple hair and ink sleeves. Down the line I went, checking people out. Until I spotted a couple who looked, well, just like me. The woman and I even wore the same shirt. I widened my gaze and took in all of the meeting goers. Wouldn’t you know, most of them looked just like me. Continue reading →