My Life 200926 Speedway Newman 2000
The dust, the smoke, the smell of fuel, the noise, the laughing, the bottles of Jacks, the beer – these were ‘my people’ and this was definitely ‘my scene’. I was walking towards them, but something was wrong…very wrong. Normally, I would be right at home, drinking, joining in. But now, as I approached, two things were blatantly obvious: 1) I had no desire for the drinks. None. As an acute alcoholic, this was monumental. I would normally not leave my house unless I was drunk. Then I would drink more on the way and when I arrived. But …