'Alcohol' - the Urine of Satan

Alcohol's playground appeared quiet for the moment as I awoke to greet my fears on this new yet re-circulated day. Slowly finding a way back to the place of mind where I once existed alone, I now felt as the outsider, inside my own head. Alcohol lived here now, a presence of domination that continually tore into the very fabric of my mind. No longer could I find peace or solitude within myself. No birthright of mental security to comfort me, only an evil co-existence with a devil that undoubtedly owned me.

Being thrown into a city jail wasn't a new experience. Waking to find myself lying on a cold cement floor, with steel bars blocking every exit, always reminded me of the Lycan. These part wolf, part man creatures needed to be restrained before their transformation could cause harm to society's population. What was their secret? How did they cope which the aftermath and crippling mental anguish? Then, as I began to cautiously remember my sins, and put the pieces of last night's drunken antics together , the answer came to light. With the beast hidden from view, these people had no recollection of the night before, nor did they suffer remorse. Lycan could detach themselves from all responsibility and guilt, and more importantly, society viewed these people in the same way. But as for me, I wasn't privileged to the same courtesy. Whatever hell broke loose while Alcohol ruled my body and mind, was deemed MY responsibility. All consequences of the demon's free reign would be paid for by me, and me alone.

Hour after hour of forced sobriety within the confines of our criminal system always took its toll on me. Luckily, in those early days, Alcohol had not yet developed into the pure evil it was to become. And plus there was that large factor of luck that saved me from many of the more severe charges that surely would have had me serving time in another kind of prison. I didn't know it at the time, but this urine of Satan would never stop abusing me until all of my resistance was gone. Again and again, it would create horrific situations in my mind through continuous violence on all things good in the world. The looks of disgust on the faces of those who once loved me were beyond pain, but no more intense then the picture that greeted me in the mirror. Why couldn't these people see the evil that flowed effortlessly into my mind forcing it's will on my pitiful resistance? Deeper and more entangled with my own personality, Alcohol was gaining momentum and engaging in the very purpose of it's existence. Neither I, nor did it seem that God himself could stop what Alcohol was becoming in me. It would take nearly death itself before I was to find the weapons needed to win this battle for supremacy. But I found them, and the day finally came when I was able to turn and face my opponent. Let the battle begin!