The Math of Sobriety: It’s Not Subtraction, It’s Addition
When I first dried out, I felt like a guy who had just been handed a life sentence of “No.” No more cold beers after a round. No more late-night shots to celebrate—or mourn. No more smoky bars where the lighting is dim enough to hide who you really are....
The Sound of the Strike
Are You Making Noise or Making a Point? There is a specific guy at every driving range. You know him. He’s got the $600 driver, the neon-orange shoes, and a swing that sounds like a car crash in a silverware factory. Every shot is accompanied by a grunt, a curse word,...