So in AA last night, I related the story of my ditch day experience that ended up with me face down in a puddle of my own vomit in a park while my friends laughed at me. I talked about how I was sodomizing a blow-up doll with an empty handle of Southern Comfort. Good times. I talked about how the lack of (serious) consequences during my drinking career at Tech led me to aura of invincibility that continued past college up until my accident last year. I talked about how my lengthy sentence illustrated how the past had caught up with me, and that I was doing time for all those times I didn't get caught. I hear a lot of people during the meetings talk about how they're glad to be here, how it's helping them stay clean. While I might not have much in common with them on a professional level, I can relate to their basic, elemental desire to just have a happy family.