Today marks 38 years since Anon had even a sip of alcohol. My last drink was only a half a can of Bud Light.

Prior to quitting I knew it was time to quit, so visited a priest at my college because I was a regular at 7 a.m. services, 4 days a week, and he knew me by sight.

I told the priest I had a problem.

"You?" he asked.

"But I've seen you in church for years and we've never spoken. I thought you seemed fine."

I explained that I wanted to quit drinking but my college friends wouldn't let me. They ridiculed me, ostracized me, and we're defensive, even though I never suggested that any of them should quit.

"What's your GPA?" asked the priest.

I answered "3.7."

"Are you happy?" he asked.

"Yes, except I don't like drinking and getting out of control, but my friends won't let me stop."

"When do you graduate?" he asked.

"In four months," I replied.

The priest said, "okay, here is the best advice I can give you: Don't quit

I couldn't believe it.

LONG PAUSE.

WICKED LONG PAUSE.

YET, the priest finally added.

"Don't quit yet! Quit after you graduate because you have a good thing going and you don't want to upset whatever it is that's obviously been working for you.

After you leave the college just start fresh and don't look back, and the new people you meet will never know that you ever used to drink."

Well, that's what I did, though it took a few months after graduating for my new lifestyle to take hold.

It's been 38 years of a clear brain, guise, so if any of you are considering quitting, I invite you to a healthy new life.

Not drinking didn't prevent me from having problems in life, but it sure makes it a lot easier, and more satisfying, to handle them.

This board has been a wonderful place and y'all are my frens so I thought I'd share this story in the hope that it might inspire anyone who could use a boost.

I love you faggots.

o7