I’m still trying to find the humor in sobriety. Is there any? There has to be. I think about drinking every day. That’s funny, right? I don’t drink, but I do dream about it. I’ve had two dreams about drinking in the last 21 days, and in each dream I have been so pissed about it. I kept saying “Ugh, I have to start over again!” I don’t want to start over.
The graffiti keeps reappearing.
Despite the park rangers best efforts.