When my buddy was in AA
we started hanging out in coffee shops more.
That was fine with me.
There was this place called Muddys
free refills and you could still smoke
even cigars.
Got to have some vices right?
His friends from group would come by and check up on him.
Didn’t like him hanging out with me.
Wanted to make sure I wasn’t spiking his coffee.
They didn’t think I was a very good friend.
I was the only one who knew drinking wasn’t his problem
it was a symptom.
They weren’t trained to handle real problems
just hand out bandaids.
Like an emotional first-aid kit.
His demons weren’t in a bottle
they were inside him.
Drink enough and you can drown them out for awhile.
Like talking underwater.
Eventually the booze gets absorbed
the pool empties
and you can hear their voices loud and clear.
He finally conquered his demons
as much as anyone can.
Even enjoys the occasional drink.
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