I claimed that I wasn’t judgmental when it came to drinking and drugs, but I was. I felt evolved and sober. I sat in bars and laughed with my friends, but I was secretly self-satisfied, judging my friends for being sloppy drunks. I selectively forgot the few thousand times pre-sobriety when I’d been the sad drunk in the corner of a bar, listening to Hank Williams and blinking tears into my beer.
