he's on my shoulder too, though I haven't named mine ...yet : )

At dinner on vacation, an outdoor Biergarten kind of place, I started thinking that beer was never really a problem for me, just the wine. Caught myself quickly and enjoyed my seltzer and yummy food. He's a persistant little bugger, isn't he?

my friend don says that if left to his own reliance without God and aa he will find himself at home when out of nowhere that little voice will say, "hey, buddy, you got this drinking thing licked. why, you don't need those shitty meetings anymore. in fact, i bet you could have just one. whattya say, how 'bout just one for ole times sake?"

that is why he goes to meetings even after 30+ years of sobriety. that voice never really goes away for him. he has a defense though and he uses it on a daily basis.

My disease works that way too.

Mine's name is Satan

I don't really have that whisper any longer. I know I have alcoholism licked as long as I don't drink!