Not all meetings are the same.

Only two days into the new year and I almost blew it. The kid woke me up at 7:30am in the morning on New Year's Day. He started playing the same Justin Bieber album over and over and over. He finally passed out at about 3:00am this morning. I almost ate him out of spite. I couldn't take it so I called my sponsor this morning, he's looking for a new space for me. I'd take living under the crib of a newborn over having to listen to that again. Anyway, I needed to go to a meeting, I was having cravings and I couldn't shake them. Unfortunately we only meet every two weeks and New Years Eve was our last meeting. My sponsor told me to go out and hit any meeting. So while the kid was out I looked up local meeting on his computer and found an AA meeting just around the corner. My sponsor has a friend who's a leprechaun, he came over and "Glamoured"  me up a bit to pass as a human, and off I went. It was in the back room of a little church a couple of blocks away. I almost turned around right after I went in. I could barely breath in there. Let me tell you, I've been under some pretty dingy beds, thick with dirt and dust bunnies, but the amount of smoke in this room was so heavy, you could almost push it aside with your hands. I took a seat at the back, I couldn't really talk and share my stories. I mean, you really can't relate boozing it up and eating spoiled brats, they just don't relate well. So I sat there and listen to these people(while trying to hold my breath I might add) and I could sympathize with there plight. After about two hours I got a call from my sponsor, he found me a new place. Only child of a single parent that works double shifts, so she's never there, really the perfect place for someone like me, you know if I were still on the meat wagon. Anyway, I've got to get off of here and get my stuff packed. Oh the meeting did help some, the only thing I'm craving now is coffee and cigarettes, weird.