I can’t remember the exact time of my wife’s departure, but it was in the early 90’s. All I can recall is a long and horrific darkness setting in, consisting of numerous dismissals from work, cancelled gigs, drunken comas that lasted for days, if not weeks, broken relationships and countless other calamities. I started to go to AA meetings, but I continued to drink because I wouldn’t get honest with myself. All the while I kept on hurting and blaming the very people who loved me and cared for me. If I could, I would press the ‘undo’ button, but since that doesn’t exist in the real world, I prefer to cover that part of my life with a big black blanket and let it rest in peace.