I'm entering day nine clean and sober. My liver pain is almost gone. I'm alone, and fine with it. Working out hard twice a day. Walking bare shirted around the hood three or four times a day, getting my tan ready for a Florida Summer.

I have my possessions trimmed down and packed up, ready to transition out of this townhouse. My mind is clear and I've been sleeping and dreaming great. I'll be 79 in a couple months, and fuck everyone of you who think I'm just a worthless old drunk!