When I was drinking, I used to think, "Is that all there is to the circus?” (Reference to Peggy Lee's song, “Is That All There Is?”) After reaching a highly anticipated goal, I was constantly disappointed in almost everything, and it all just seemed so dull. I found no excitement in life and had little interest in trying. After I hit another bottom with alcohol, I was awakened into, yet again, another round of recovery and the 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. Talk about disappointing! The last thing I ever wanted was to be attached to these people. I needed a better class of losers, but I couldn’t find any of my caliber! So, I stayed there because it was, as they call it, “The last house on the block.” And the only house left that would have me! They were immediately suspect as I wouldn’t want to be a part of any group that would have me as a member (thanks, Groucho!). However, as I stayed and began to acclimate myself to this “spiritual” lifestyle with spurts of “altruistic” endeavors, it began to grow on me. I discovered that there is more to the circus and that all I needed to do was change every motherfucking thing and stop getting shit-faced while listening to old depressing Peggy Lee songs.