The first thing he saw an empty bottle of Whisky laying on it’s side next to his face.
Lance did not know where he was until he recognized his white bulldog laying on the floor next to him. The 118 pound dog stared at Lance with the helpless look that only a concerned dog could have.
After Lance struggled to get himself up, he rummaged through his wrinkled pant pockets and and pulled out a $612 bar receipt.
That was the middle of the day after the first 24 hours of drinking.
It got much worse.
That one night turned into three weeks of relentless partying.
By the end of that binge, Lance was done, he hit rock bottom.
“I’m a bad alcoholic. Everything is extreme when I drink.”
Fast forward six years.
“I don’t worry about anything now.”
Lance found happiness. “I know what I’m going to do the rest of my life.”
“Most people never find that. The guy that checks the water meter 40 hours a week… he doesn’t want to do that – but he has two kids, a house and a wife – he’s stuck.”
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