Preach, brother

May 23, 2017 § 33 Comments

I am fairly reticent to preach about sobriety, and that’s mostly because I don’t really feel like I’m qualified. My reformed-drunk bona fides are pretty slim. I know tons of people who’ve been bone dry for 20, 30, even 40 or more years, but me? I don’t even know exactly when I quit drinking. I only know I haven’t had a drink today.

And frankly, my dear, that’s the only fuggin’ unit of time for me that matters.

Lots of times I want to write about being sober, and what it’s like seeing beer everywhere you look. Yummy, foamy, hoppy, alcohol-infused beer that is 100% pure beer. And I want to tell people that hey, being sober sucks in a lot of ways, well, actually, it only sucks in one way, and that is this: No one has figured out how to be drunk and sober at the same time. You have to pick.

My aversion to preaching about sobriety and preaching in general runs in the family. My dad was going to be a Baptist preacher when he grew up, but then he left the small goat stop that was El Paso in the 50’s and went to the University of Texas and met a Jew. My dad started lecturing the Jew about Christianity and his soul, and fire and brimstone, and all the good stuff that awaited him at the feet of Jesus.

The Jew, whose name was Abe (of course), listened patiently. He was a few years older than my dad and considerably better versed in the world. “Well, Chandler,” he said, “what if, after reading these fables of yours, a person doesn’t believe them?”

And that stopped my dad in his tracks, because for the first eighteen years of his life in Goatsville no one had ever raised the possibility that there were people who would refuse to believe the New Testament when confronted with it. He had been taught that the only barrier to everyone becoming a Baptist was their failure to have had the whole thing properly explained. This shock was the beginning of the end of Christianity for my dad, even though the final denouement didn’t come until he was in the navy, swabbing the decks of the U.S.S. Thomaston, a landing-ship dock. In between swabs he became an atheist, just like that. In the way that Jake and Elwood saw the light in the Blues Brothers, my dad unsaw it. The light went under a cold slosh from a bucket of seawater. [More than sixty years later my dad was visiting California and looked up Abe, who lives in Santa Monica, and called him up. Abe had zero recollection of any of this, but they got together and had a marvelous afternoon as my dad regaled him with how Abe had saved my dad’s soul from organized religion.]

But the point of this story was that dad’s conversation with Abe killed his preaching blues, and from that day forth he stopped preaching. So it runs against the Davidson grain to preach, and that’s partly why I don’t like to talk too much about being a drunk. Conversion zeal is oily in all its forms, and I kind of figure hey, if you are a drunk you had better quit, unless of course you don’t want to, in which case you should carry on, because it’s your life. My uncle Phil drank himself to death and was as happy as a clam until his last day on earth.

The reason I bring this up is because even though I’m no expert on sobriety, from time to time people, usually ex-drunks themselves, will make a quiet comment to the effect of, “Good job, wanker. Keep it up.”

And you know what? Those attaboys matter. They matter a lot. One part of the sobriety equation is knowing that people are watching, that people care. Not bike racer watching, i.e. watching in the hope the other guy fails, but human watching, friends and sometimes utter strangers for whom your battle matters and who are looking to hold you to account if you falter, and pat you on the back if you make it another day or another year or another five stinking seconds.

If you’re a drunk and want to dry out, you can. The bad news is that you have to do it alone. Nobody can do it for you. But the good news is that your fellow ex-drunks want you to succeed. It does more than validate them. Your effort helps keep them sober, too. You’re not some statistic, you’re a real person, and when you fight, well, you will find that when you look over your shoulder you have a lot more people in your corner than you ever imagined. You can be a drunk if you want to be, but it’s not required or foreordained. Sobriety is one straightened elbow away.

I’m writing all this because my dad sent me a Vote For Me email by a Houston judge, Judge Steven Kirkland. His election campaign pitch? “I used to be a drunk and I’ve been sober for 33 years. Sobriety has made me more honest and a kinder person.”

That’s pretty fuggin’ rad. That’s a guy I’d like to have in a black robe pronouncing judgment on my bicycling transgressions. That’s someone who has gone far beyond recovery and is way, way, way down the road of using his tribulations to lessen those of others.

And Judge Kirkland didn’t mention it, but being sober sure makes bicycling a lot more fun, too.

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§ 33 Responses to Preach, brother

  • Toronto says:

    Great read. There is no uniform nor obligatory pathway to find successful recovery from an abnormal (or allergic) reaction to alcohol (aka: hopeless drunk). I wholeheartedly commend anyone he finds a way out. Doing it alone – as you and my uncle have done – is an absolute miracle and inspiring. For me, well I repeatedly failed at solo recovery. However, I reached a point of teachable desperation and drug myself back to the doorstep of ‘the AA’ and guzzled their Kool Aid like it was micro-brewed ale. I needed fundamental ‘as outlined-in-the-big-book’ immersion. And it worked. I will hit 22 years sober on June 5th. But, that’s just what I needed. Your disarming and candid ‘shares’ about what is was like what happened and what it’s like now are not much different from the true stories that are heard every day in ‘the AA’. And I guarantee your message resonates with certain people. You are helping others – which is a vital component to your own recovery. ‘You can’t keep it if you don’t give it away.’ I hope you continue to share your own experience, strength and hope. Keep up that non-preaching. I need it. They need it.

    • fsethd says:

      You helped me more than you will ever know, and I haven’t done anything alone. There’s a community of people that I’m terribly afraid of disappointing with a relapse. And that community reinforces what I know I have to do, which is sack up and grind it out.

      Also: avoiding drunkdom teaches me that there are no easy lives. You just pick the hard of your choice that is least destructive, most productive, and that offers some fun and love along the way!

      Thank you!!

  • dangerstu says:

    I so endeth, today’s sormon.

    Keep up the good work, it’s very appreciated.

  • BAR says:

    Good for you. Thanks for making a difference.

  • Waldo says:

    What’s the world coming to when an honest and kind person is running for judge in Texas?

  • Waldo says:

    As the even more interesting man in the world said: “Stay sober, my friend.”

  • 1seans says:

    Good job, wanker. Keep it up.

  • Kevin B says:

    That was great. Thanks.

  • Dan says:

    Thank you for that. I will be at 20 years in August but somehow it doesn’t seem that long. Some days have really really sucked while other days don’t suck at all. Reading your post made my day suck a lot less and less suckage is really what I am after in this life

    • fsethd says:

      That sums it up. Being sober isn’t some stairway to bliss, at least for me. It’s a hard choice that makes some great stuff possible, and also removes one of the truly great pleasures in life, i.e., blotto. I haven’t noticed any halos following me around since I quit drinking, but there is a much, much smaller trail of mess.

      • Dan says:

        Less destruction and personal disintegration might as well be a halo. Take great satisfaction in the small victories. Tonight I get to go to bed with steady hands and slight confidence that I didn’t cause anyone pain. (That I know of) tomorrow may be different but for now I think I am OK. You are too

      • fsethd says:

        Thanks, Dan!

  • You’re my hero. I mean it.

  • David Shulman says:

    From one drunk to another, thanks for your post today. There is one part of it that I disagree with, however. Though the judge in Texas sounds like a good guy, my experience has been that sober dudes make for shitty judges. Ego is a huge problem for us drunks, even sober, and the black robes tend to exacerbate that trait. Just my experience in 20+ years of practicing law. I hope your experience has been different!

    I appreciate your efforts to keep this blog going. Since Tilford’s death, your blog may be the last honest word in cycling. Let me know if there’s anyone else I should be following.

    • fsethd says:

      Thanks, David! I don’t know Judge Kirkland, but anyone who campaigns on recovery, honesty, and kindness sounds like they’re on the right track!

  • donkybhoy says:

    I stopped drinking alcohol in ’96

    Well done Seth.

  • Michelle landes says:

    My cookie beer question was just that proud of you wanky 👍🏼

  • kimfue says:

    Good read!! Thank you for sharing.

  • Tamar T. says:

    I very much remember the day you got sober, it was November 26. Congrats on making it 18 months. In my experience (32 1/2 years of no frothy beers, red wines, appletinis, single malt scotches, etc.) shit got really, really better at 18 months. And kept getting better. Like Dan above, not always great, but always good. Like David above, sober judges tend to suck. But so do non-sober judges. So, whatever. Keep it up, Wanky. Consider yourself hugged.

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