After moving up through the ranks of low paying jobs that took too many of my hours away, I started to learn about the other side of the orphanage gates. And in my ever growing wisdom, I found out about alcohol. Yeah, there of course is at least one vice in this story of a little orphan boy learning about the world. I was nearly 21 when I had my first drink, and I didn’t have my last until I was 26, and I don’t think a single day passed in those years where I didn’t have at least one drink in my hand. I was never the rowdy type, never took out drunken anger on strangers, I just found that it was something to do in the meantime while waiting for my life to seemingly start.
I didn’t drink as much as some of the people I knew, but there were days. I would wind up waking up in the morning with little to no idea what had transpired the night before, and would promise myself each day that it was the last. Until the next day anyway. This series of repetitions kept up for years while I worked through one meaningless job after another. I had no idea where my life was going, or even what it all meant by this point. At the orphanage they don’t really prepare you for life outside of it. It’s all about what you’re doing in that moment, and not about whether or not it would ever end. Eventually though, all things come to an end, and you’re left there wondering what you’re going to do next.
This is what happened when I found myself being fired for drinking on the job. I had never been the type to do so before, but I guess everyone has a milestone that they will inevitably reach, and mine was allowing the alcohol to affect my work life. I was jobless, and only had a fridge full of beer to my name. I invited a friend over for a form of pity party, and after a few drinks he asked me what I thought about heading down an actual career path. He was working for a company called Expedite Construction, and was telling me about all the benefits of his job. I had no skills in manual labor, but I had a need for money and a will to turn things around.
That was the last night I had a drink. When I started apprenticing, I found myself with less time. My brain was being filled with all this new information about things I had to learn, and now I would get home so tired, that all I did was go right to sleep. It wasn’t for at least a month that I had noticed that I didn’t drink anymore. It’s funny how my salvation from alcohol came from chatting over beer bottles, but that’s what happened, and I found myself on a completely new path.