Beer Bash

Since July 1 is my 29th anniversary of being sober, I thought I’d tell the story of why I never drank beer.

When I was 13, I was visiting my Aunt Katie, and Uncle James. Somehow he spilled almost a half can of beer on me. I was horrified!! Reeking of beer, I knew my @$$ was grass, and Dad was gonna mow it. So I begged Aunt Katie to ask me to spend the night, so I’d have time to shower, and wash my outfit, which she gladly did.

Ever since that night, I’ve despised the smell of beer. With good reason!

Congrats to me for being sober so long!! Well, not really. God delivered me!! And He’s the one who keeps me sober, day by day.