1 Drink 2 Drinks Ago

By Candace Lucas

This book details the authors daily life while incarcerated in the county jail. Citing true events that would both shock and incite the reader, 1 DRINK 2 DRINKS AGO will challenge and change the way millions of people around the world think about depression and addiction. This book is for anyone who has ever fought their way out of a deep dark hole and for those who are still fighting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Candace Lucas
• Release date: Oct 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223289197

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1 DRINK 2 DRINKS AGO

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MIND OF A RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC

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CANDACE LUCAS

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

PROLOGUE

FEBRUARY 21

FEBRUARY 24

FEBRUARY 25

MARCH 1

MARCH 5

THE DARKNESS

MARCH 8

EASTER

MARCH 11

MARCH 13

MARCH 15

MIRRORS

MARCH 16

MARCH 18

TOXIC SHOCK

MARCH 26

MARCH 27

MARCH 29

MARCH 31

APRIL 1

APRIL 3

APRIL 4

APRIL 6

50 FEET

APRIL 10

APRIL 12

APRIL 13

APRIL 14

APRIL 15

APRIL 18

APRIL 21

APRIL 22

APRIL 24

APRIL 26

APRIL 28

BLACKOUTS

APRIL 30

MAY 1

MAY 2

MAY 4

MAY 6

MAY 7

MAY 8

MAY 10

MAY 12

MAY 13

MAY 16

MAY 17

MAY 18

MAY 19

NBA

MAY 20

MAY 23

MAY 25

MAY 26

MAY 28

MAY 31

JUNE 1

JUNE 2

JUNE 3

JUNE 5

JUNE 6

JUNE 7

JUNE 9

JUNE 12

JUNE 14

JUNE 15

JUNE 16

JUNE 17

JUNE 18

JUNE 19

JUNE 21

JUNE 22

JUNE 23

JUNE 26

JUNE 27

JUNE 28

MY FIRST AA MEETING

JUNE 29

JUNE 30

JULY 1

JULY 3

JULY 5

JULY 6

JULY 8

JULY 10

JULY 14

JULY 16

JULY 17

JULY 18

JULY 19

JULY 20

JULY 21

JULY 22

JULY 23

JULY 25

JULY 28

JULY 29

JULY 30

AUGUST 1

AUGUST 2

AUGUST 3

AUGUST 5

AUGUST 7

AUGUST 9

AUGUST 10

AUGUST 11

AUGUST 13

AUGUST 15

AUGUST 16

AUGUST 18

AUGUST 19

AUGUST 20

AUGUST 22

AUGUST 23

AUGUST 25

AUGUST 28

AUGUST 30

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

INTRODUCTION

FEBRUARY 5, 2019, I was sentenced to a year in the county jail for my second D.U.I. This is how my thoughts came to me every night in my cell.

Everything written in this book is true. Some readers will judge me. Some will relate. The stories in here will make you laugh, cry, scream, and cringe. The dated entries make up my journal and the titled entries are from my memory.

There are details that are left out due to my blackouts; memories that I can’t recall. This is the mind of a recovering alcoholic.

PROLOGUE

THE NIGHT of my arrest is pretty much a blackout. I do remember wearing a black crop top t-shirt that said in bold letters: Filthy. I’m guessing that was my subconscious letting me know how I really felt about myself.

The day started like most days; I woke up arguing with myself about using alcohol. It was August 9, 2018—a Thursday—and I knew a local bar/lounge The Bosco was going to be full that night. Somehow I conned my mom into watching my daughter for me.

I remember getting dressed and taking shots. For some awful reason I chose the shirt that said filthy on it. I called my cousin ‘E’ to find out if she wanted to go, and she said yes. I remember telling her when I picked her up, We have to be responsible. We can’t drink too much. By this time I’d already had four mini vodka shots — the little 99 cent plastic bottles at the register when you check out at the liquor store.

Vodka was my drink of choice and those mini bottles were easy to hide. ‘E’ wanted a pint of Hennessy. Well, I couldn’t tell her that I had already started vodka so I agreed that Hennessy would be great!

Next, I remember walking into the club. We order two Hennessy and coke. I say, Make it doubles. Once the bartender finishes making the drinks, she tells us it will be fifty dollars. I’m like, Fifty Dollars? Make it singles. Rolling her eyes, the bartender dumps a little out and adds more coke to it. I can’t be sure how many more drinks we had after that because I don’t remember much about being in the bar. ‘E’ informed me later that I broke a heel in the club, walked barefoot to my car, put on another pair of heels and went back to the party.

The moment I came out of my blackout is when I saw the police lights flashing behind me. I can’t recall the entire conversation I had with the police, but the cop asked me how much I had to drink that night and I told him that I had 1 drink 2 drinks ago. I blew a .25 in the breathalyzer, was arraigned while still intoxicated and still in my Filthy shirt.

CHAPTER 1

February 21

SITTING IN this jail cell is annoying and horrible. I got into it with some girl today over a damn remote. I wanted to slap the slut but I chose to exercise my self-control. I don’t want to lose my greens because it is the only time cut I have.

There are some messy sluts in this pod, too, which is extremely annoying to me. I’m just trying to make it through this situation. I’ve been here only sixteen days but it feels like forever living through the same monotony. We get up at 5 AM for breakfast. I stay up all night until breakfast, then I go back to sleep and wake up for lunch at 10 AM (which is our only hot meal). After lunch, I watch TV until 2:15 PM and then it’s lock-down while we wait for dinner at 3 PM.

The night-time goes by fast for me, especially since it’s only five hours that I have to get through between 12 AM to 5 AM. The day-time is much longer and harder. Thank God, I signed up for AA and would start attending on Monday. At least, every Monday, I’ll know that I’m leaving this pod full of these annoying sluts.

I don’t get out until October 20, but if my judge allowed me to take the CBP class I would be out in mid-August, in which case I would have been out just in time for my daughter’s birthday and her first day of sixth grade. But my stupid ass judge denied me of it. Now that I’m trying to take a program (called JAWS) that deals with addiction, I find it odd that I have to be on psych drugs to take the class. I think I need the anti-depressants, anyway.

Tomorrow, I need to get my ass up at 7 AM to give the nurse my Sick Call slip and to see the psych. If that goes through and I’m prescribed my pills, then I can apply to JAWS. The JAWS program does not require the approval of one’s judge for one to participate, but to get the time cut the judge has to agree to it. With JAWS, however, they send your judge all of the work that you’ve done and your plan to maintain sobriety when released. I think I have a better chance with that program. If he says no, then f*ck it! I still get the chance to get out of here three days a week!

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