I hated it when Bobby would say that. It was a lousy way of saying “Time to go”. Perhaps he was right though. “I’ll have another.” My third gin gimlet tonight. That minty freshness kissed with a hint of lime dancing smoothly down my palate. The saugvignon was far too light to continue drinking the entire night. I had spent four hours in my home away from home and now I was forced to go to my real one. I tried AA and I was good for about two and a half months, then my interests slowly declined. Those sober punks. All you needed was a little self-discipline. Instead of a bottle a day I had a glass. “Not so bad,” I thought. “I can do this.” Well I couldn’t.