I go for months without an urge to drink. After twenty years, I have gotten pretty good at dealing with my demons. Yesterday I took a few days off and went to Montauk....too early to fish unless I jump on one of the cod boats but I love being out here. Once I checked in and got myself unpacked, I made a call to the wife and then settled in for the evening with a book and a cigar. Suddenly I had this urge to 'have a couple of drinks'. I know this particular demon; I get somewhere alone and it whispers to me, "Hey, no one will ever know!". I got my phone and made a check in call with a bud of mine and, as it will do, the urge passed. It is too big for me alone and, as it happens, I am fairly competent in most areas of my life. This one thing is too much for me alone and it is my way to reach for help. Thank God for friends. It is hours later, I have slept for a time and I am ready for a long walk on the beach to wait for the sunrise. Sober. Thank God.