Bad Habits At Bad Times

Once upon a jam session, I drank too many miniature bottles of Jack Daniels while working a register at a liquor store in Muskegon. I was barely eighteen and having some life issues at the time, such as how to have a life at all. The problem with getting drunk on whiskey at work is that when your parents pop in to say high you're sweating the stuff out of your very pores. But they didn't chastise me there and then. They waited until David Martin, Joseph Scott and I were practicing for the first and last time in the basement of my boyhood home. Only after my friends were there to add the extra pinch of embarrassment did the folks kick Joe and Dave out and tell me I had no business working at a liquor store in the first place. Always game to be a layabout, I now had an excuse to do nothing and I jumped on it. But I've often wondered what might have been had our playing that night not been cut short by yet another of my inappropriate jags. It never does any good to wonder about such things, but if this story proves anything, it is that I have a problem with indulging in bad ideas at bad times, and these thoughts about potential that I sabotaged are only another bad habit I am trying to break. - Dylan