Coffee, Whiskey, Coffee

I start the day pleasant with my girl. She looks stunning, even for her.
We joke and laugh and she has a drink and she has plans later in the evening but we kill some time sitting outside and eating and I have a beer and she has a cocktail and we head back to her place and we have time for sex before she has to leave but we don't and I head out and get coffee as I sip the last of the whiskey from underneath the passenger's seat, I get some coffee and I post up at my favorite café. I inadvertently drive by my old sponsor's house and at the café I run into one of those young AA guru-type guys and of course he's deep in conversation with a chick and I'm not surprised because every guru is about advocating free love and banging mad chicks and I'm glad I left the program it's just a different kind of conditioning and self-programming and I'm sure I sound like an alcoholic as I say it but I wasn't me when I was in the program, and I'll sound like an alcoholic when I say it but some people need all that group therapy to not kill themselves or others but I just don't feel like now that I'm on the other side it's for me. Am I a problem drinker? Sure. Does that mean I must abstain completely? I don't know.