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THE SOBER EMCEE

Bad News Seat Belt Entry #48

Kofi Carmichael

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I think I’m prepared for bad news. Since my decision to quit living at the bottom of the vodka bottle back in 2010 when I sat in my jail cell at the Toronto Don Jail, I was prepared. I was living in the middle of a bad news storm while waiting for my sentences which turned out to be… BAD news. When I first received my  sentence to 3 years and 9 months, I could have started drinking again from the contraband liquor available on the range when I got to prison but I didn’t. Instead I made a conscious decision to upgrade my life. Besides attending weekly AA meetings as I’ve mentioned in previous entries, I got on the computers and updated my resume. I sharpened my writing skills by writing novels and this blog. I worked out and got my body right as well as my mind. In time my efforts and progress got me out early on something called APR (Accelerated Parole Review), this is where an inmate can go in front of the Parole board in 1/6th of your sentence. If the parole board believes that you will now become a productive member of society, they will test you on Day Parole.

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I was released in one year and raced to prove the parole board right, GOOD NEWS, then came bad news. I was falsely accused of selling a firearm and shipped back to the pen, very BAD news! The summer of 2011 when I got back to the range there was many bottles of Smirnoff and Captain Morgans waiting to dull my bad mood. Instead I doubled down on the positive things that got me out in the first place. I was of more service to the prison church, I worked out more, I wrote more Sober Emcee blog entries. I connected with more inmates and tried to spread my positive energy and resources to them to make their time easier as well.

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In 90 days I was set free again! Good News! By the end of the summer 2011 I was finally home and back to my girlfriend (at the time) and loving mother. That summer I realized that my mother started having Alzheimer spells and by the end of 2011 we were signing power of attorney papers in preparation for her full on dementia, of which she is now in stage 4 of the debilitating condition. These are very “good” excuses for relapsing people! But I didn’t.

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I found the power in my sobriety and realized the different accomplishments that started happening  in my life that would have never happened after drunk nights and hung over days. I hold on to the theory that my blessing will all disappear if I take one sip. In most cases when we get really bad news, like a loved one getting sick, losing a close friend or family member, losing a job or more, they take a drink… and that’s okay, just not for me.  

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Now I live a series of ups and downs weekly. I love the ups of what I’ve created with a popular podcast (We Love Hip Hop) but hate the downs of financial strain from quitting a 50k a year corporate job that I was really good at. My mom hasn’t recognized me since 2015 maybe and that hurts like crazy sometimes, yet I still don’t drink. My mother is going to be 80 years old this year and I know time is inevitably winding down for her, BAD news on the way. However this is in the future and not the present and in the present I’ve made it this far and done it willingly sober. Tomorrow hasn’t been written yet, so no matter how much good or bad news may come my way, I still need to live one day at a time.

Bless

Why I stopped AA Entry #47

Kofi Carmichael

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I want to start with letting people know that Alcoholics Anonymous is a great 12 step program and fellowship! It works if you work it! And it has helped millions probably billions of people. Therefore I don’t want to discourage anyone from going there to get help with alcoholism. Everyone’s path is different though, and for now AA is not something that is in my daily, weekly or monthly schedule. I’ve been sober for 9 years now and in my first 3 years I was in the AA rooms regularly.

After my ‘Rock Bottom’ year in prison where I started meetings, I continued to attend frequently once I hit Toronto pavement again. I’d go to meetings at 7 am everyday while I stayed in the halfway house. Sometimes twice a day when I’d hit a night meeting as well. Weekends I was in the rooms soaking up the stories of other alcoholics as well as meeting like minded people to have fellowship with.

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As I exited the halfway house I started living outside of downtown Toronto in Scarborough. There was less meetings to attend but I was there when they happened. I attended meetings that were predominantly seniors and most of the  time was the youngest one in the room by decades. However it was still very helpful in my sobriety.

I finally found a home meeting downtown called ‘Stepping Stone’ and a great sponsor names Mike. I worked as an Emcee at clubs and was around alcohol constantly with zero urges. Then I finished my parole and started smoking weed again. Then came the guilt.

As my life was released from the invisible shackles of my federal parole conditions, my meeting attendance dwindled. I’d either be too busy to stay for the whole meeting or feel guilty for smelling like weed, since I rekindled my insatiable marijuana smoking habit. Maybe I would trigger somebody that weed was one of their gateways to alcohol. Maybe I’d be looked at as a hypocrite? What my old AA buddies think I feel off the wagon and is coming back in. A lesson AA strongly recommends “Keep Coming Back!” So technically that wouldn’t matter even if it were true. It all sounded like excuses to me.

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Now I realize that everyone has their own path and every Alcoholics story is different even though we share one common problem substance. I strongly recommend AA or any other 12 Step programs or rehab if you feel alcoholic has taken control of your life. If you stop and fall off the wagon, after that shame, pick yourself up and try again. In my case I had to stop feeling the guilt of not attending a meeting that no one knows me personally at anyway. Nobody losing sleep at Stepping Stones because I have shown up in a few years. If I ever feel like my personal program isn’t working then they’ll see me again. Until then I still remain alcoholic free on my own.

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Energy Entry #46

Kofi Carmichael

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My energy is mine! 

I have to open my eyes to receive the energy from the sun 

I have to find ways to pull some of the suns infinite energy when it’s hiding behind clouds so....

My energy is mine! 

As they pull me from side to side, I have to keep in mind.... 

My energy is mine! 

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And it’s important to me so temporary moments of bliss won’t fix it if you break my focus,

You can’t have it because I own that energy and it helps to build it with every achievement...

Every IG post, word or YouTube view has energy flowing through it 

And back to me to curate through my souls filter... 

My energy.... 

Is mine because God gave it to me 

And when your heart and mind speak at the same volume in your brain it can get noisy so... 

I need my energy....

Because it’s mine. 

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And even a friend to me can be a deficit on my energy but ultimately it still belongs to me... 

Because it’s mine 

And there’s enough for everybody but just remember what you’re leaving behind 

Was the energy...

That was once mine 

Bless 

Happy Anniversary Entry #45

Kofi Carmichael

They say if you hang out in the barber shop enough that you’re eventually going to get a haircut. What if you’re bald? This analogy is also supposed to apply to the alcoholic. If a sober alcoholic hangs out at too many bars, the school of thought is that they are eventually going to drink. I’ve learned over the past 8 years of sobriety that everyone is different. However as alcoholics we all have one thing in common, and that’s the fact that we can no longer drink if we plan on living productive lives.

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Through 12 step meetings I’ve met people in so many different spaces of their lives. Ones that are just getting dry and going through the withdrawals. There are some who attend and tell gripping stories and some who are just there to listen. Some who stay for part of a meeting and some who stay hours after at the coffee shops with other members just for the fellowship and a solution to being alone with their own scary thoughts.

In the beginning of my journey I used to go to meetings everyday sometimes twice a day. I was on parole for 3 years and even though I knew it looked great for the parole board, it was actually something that I needed to do for me. I did all the things an alcoholic is supposed to do, like; getting a sponsor, learning the 12 steps and passing it along by helping others. I spoke at people’s sobriety anniversaries and various outreach programs. Eventually though my involvement with the 12 step meetings dwindled. I attended way less AA meetings until now none at all.

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I still don’t drink and still do not have the desire but I’ve been tested. I’ve tasted alcohol off of a woman’s lips as she made me reminisce about my past crazy times. At some point I don’t know if I was addicted to her or the place that her taste would take me mentally. Whatever it was I found it really hard to seperate myself from her, resulting in a need for a another inventory check of myself and my own mental state. I deal with depression and anxiety even though I speak easily on camera and in public. It’s a weird oxymoron being a public person who is really an introvert, sort of like the “Sober Emcee”. However at this point I’m aware that I’m kind of a complex individual.
As emceeing has evolved to podcasting, I find myself in the liquor store way more often purchasing alcohol for my guest, more tests.

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So what’s my point here? The issue here is how long can this last? Is my path the right path? I feel that everyone is different and anyone who has arrived at these sober locations has used their own moral GPS’ to get here. My mom always said, “Cat luck ain’t dog luck.” so I don’t suggest anyone struggling with addictions to use my present way of thinking as a blueprint for their sobriety.  
I’ve mentioned a lot of helpful ways to battle addiction above like 12 step programs like Alcoholics Anonymous, getting a sponsor. These are very effective ways of addressing and finding your way out of
addiction.
In closing I use my rock bottom as a fear mechanism to never drink again, no one likes to spend holidays in a cell.
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Mental (Spirtual) Unrest. Entry # 44

Kofi Carmichael

I experience unrest daily. The traction of evolution has set in for me mentally and in my soul over the years. With 7 years sober I still do not yearn for alcohol but I still have the unrest. That uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. I've learned years ago that even with alcohol out of the way, it still doesn’t take away the mental defects. This rings true more than ever as I see myself becoming more of a hermit as I grow in success from my public endeavours. I’m very appreciative of my growth in this Hip Hop culture, as the Sober Emcee has transitioned to ‘The Sober Podcaster/Journalist’ However that pit in my stomach grows and the unrest remains. I know that trying to cope with the unrest with alcohol will open a whole other door of problems. That’s a door I’m trying to never open again, one day at a time.  
 

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I started writing this blog as one form of therapy in my first year of sobriety and it’s definitely helped me out. I’ve been told that it’s helped out others, which I’m extremely honoured and grateful for. However the unrest still remains. I meet more women but make less real connections. As we have now fully immersed ourselves in the social media world and meeting women through Tinder and Bumble is something that happens with ease at times. Going to bars to meet drunk women is a thing of the past and I’ve discussed the relationship issues that a sober alcoholic can have (see entry 42 ‘Love & Liquor’ http://bit.ly/2jzUcAp). The issue that happens is finding someone, alcoholic or not, that sticks. I know I can attribute a big part of this to myself and the aura and vibe that I’m beginning to give off due to this unrest. Smoking a hundreds backwoods with the finest weed won’t help either by the way, just saying.
 

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So what now? A good friend suggested that I go seek therapy many times and this is something that I am actually exploring as we speak. A lot of us deal with mental health in many ways, whether it’s through alcoholism, depression or both. Going to speak to an unbiased and impartial professional is a good thing. And for anyone like myself that is dealing with this ‘Unrest’ I feel it’s necessary so that we can finally get ‘Real Rest’.
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The Blackout 3 Entry 43

Kofi Carmichael

It’s been awhile since I searched in my brain for the some of my blackout episodes. Technically blackouts are events that you are not suppose to remember. Hence the whole ‘Blacking-Out”. However there was always the lead up to the actual event. Those leads ups were always very...let’s say eventful.
I start with my birthday back in 2008. The crew and I went to a Monday night club called DNA to celebrate. We must have drank about 2 bottles of Hennessey within a one hour span. We also smoked something called a ‘Super Blunts’! These were blunt wraps that come out to about a foot and a half long. Something like that can hold about a quarter to 10 grams of the finest marijuana in the country. That, along with the other blunts and drinks flying at me, things got really cloudy. From this point is when the actual blackout happened. Any recounts of this story had to be told to me the next afternoon when I finally woke up. I was told that I was so drunk that my body leaned into a backward 90 degree angle. My buddy laughed at me comparing me to Neo in the movie Matrix, that famous scene when he was bending his body backward to dodge bullets. He explained that by the second time my body dipped into that weird drunken lean again, the security came running. They basically swept me up under my armpits and flew me out of the club in under 30 seconds! Needless to say it was an embarrassing moment on my list of ridiculous blackouts (See Blackout 1 & 2). Ten years later I found myself into another memorable (Non-memorable) blackout moment.

In 1998 I was in the beautiful sunny island of Barbados with my mother getting in touch with my Bajan roots. It was a great 2 week trip but my drunken madness turned it into a month trip where I ended up stuck in beautiful Barbados for 2 extra weeks. I was able to indulge in all of the indigenous liquors of the island. I drank Banks Beer like it was water as well as all the Cockspur, Mount Gay rum and Hennesey that I can get my hands on. On the night that was suppose to be my last night there I went to a club on the beach called the Boatyard. That night my bredren and I indulged in the $25 open bar to the fullest! Bars in Barbados use the free pour system, so we were able to choose exactly how much rum we wanted in our glasses compared to the orange juice. I must have had about 8-10 tall glasses of rum and tropical juice, mixed with 97% Rum 3% tropical juice. When it was time to leave I was wobbling so much that my friend had to hold me up like human crutches. He stood my drunk body up on a pole in a safe place away from traffic. At that point I had the overwhelming urge to pee and nothing can stop a extremely drunk man's urges. I swung around and peed on my safe pole and turned around and tried to walk away. However my equilibrium was slightly compromised. As I stepped away from the pole I remember the feeling like a tornado flying through my brain. Immediately I fell back a slid down the very pole I just finished peeing on.

Somehow I found myself back in the house and in bed. However when I woke up the flight had already left 4 hours ago. In turn it took me 2 weeks to finally get out of Barbados but this was supposed to be another lesson. I’ve blacked out numerous times after that because I didn’t learn from that time until I finally hit my ‘rock bottom’ 10 years later.
 

The lesson here at the end of the day, is be safe out there. If you know you have the perpetuity to drink to blackout level then make sure to always have an exit plan and/or always have a level-headed friend that can get you home.
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Clear My Thoughts

Kofi Carmichael

There's a part of me that feels like I'm drowning ,

Catching up with time 

Trying to figure myself out and my mission 

I look for the signs.

 

Stay working but always looking 

Sometimes I feel like I see it,

Then something makes me feel blind again. 

I sacrifice sleep and forget to eat,

And my tunnel visions often shut out the love.

I keep my head down working and seem to only come up to check for the hate.

 

I feel like my many hats hold all this weight 

I'm still waiting for that sign God 

Fuck it I need me a check 

 

I honestly feel that all this pressure is something you built me for 

 

Technically I should have burnt out already, 

Something is keeping me driving...

I'm sure it's bigger than me, my mom my alcoholic demons 

And even some of the things I say in this blog 

It's bigger than that.

My pain is small to the world but big to me 

But pain is pain regardless 

And I feel it 

I won't complain 

Just keep working 

Just keep working 

ALCOHOLIC HERITAGE

Kofi Carmichael

So how many know about a good rum from Barbados? Or Jamaican overproof white rum. The Russians have vodka or maybe some Mexican tequila. Every country has their own drink of choice. This concept along with some very philosophical conversations made me wonder, is there such thing as indigenous alcoholism. Is it possible that alcoholism can be started based on your nationality and the customs of that background?

 Let’s examine. No matter our background everyone has a drunk uncle. Based on your nationality, what was your uncle's drink of choice? A lot of alcoholic’s first drink began in the household out of the tradition of our backgrounds. Back in the days in many Caribbean homes it was customary to put a little rum on the baby’s soother when they were teething. There were many a mother adding a little tad of brandy in their babies bottles so the cranky child can sleep easier. I’m sure some still do in this day.
 

In relationships, especially abusive ones. Many of them are escalated by the presence of alcohol.  Whether your husband (Or Wife) had too much Saki, Russian Vodka or some Greek Metaxa, these can all be products of alcohol’s wrath. Probably in the past, someone in that couple’s parents could have been drunk off of the same type of liquor. A lot of alcoholics say their drinking was a trained behavior that they witnessed in their homes as a child. So naturally as a grown up you may gravitate to the same traditional drink of your heritage. When you go to the liquor store in any country it is always filled with their national drink of choice. So chances are if you bump into a homeless person asking for money in Mexico, they won’t smell Jagermeister on their breath. However there is a strong chance that you may catch a strong whiff of Tequila.

 

Here in North America liquor stores have a wide variety of alcohol brands from many countries to help continue that alcoholic's tradition should he or she decided to visit or move to our glorious continent. As tradition is something that is passed on, if a Russian alcoholic man moves to Canada and has children, can that child grow up and possibly be a vodka drinker? If the man decides to marry a women from Trinidad, the child may still grow up to drink vodka if he witnessed his dad drinking it a lot while growing up. However what if the Trinidadian mother was the alcoholic, would the child grow up to drink Trinidadian Rum? What if both parents were alcoholics? Would the child grow up to be an alcoholic with a taste for both? There is also something to be said about genes. If a mother drank while she was pregnant, will the child grow up to drink the same thing?

At the end of the day I’m just an ex drunk who doesn’t have the answers to all of these questions. One thing I got from this examination, is maybe a few more roads to the root of why I became an alcoholic in the first place. Hopefully this can help you on your path too.
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WHY I DRANK

Kofi Carmichael

Why I Drank

I know why I started drinking but how I grew into an alcoholic, I don’t know. I started like anyone else with the normal underage drinking. This was especially easy in Montreal where the drinking age is 18 years old, as well as easily accessible beer, wine and liquor.  I remember sharing a 24 case of beer with my friends in the park. We used to grab them from the corner store (Depanneur ) and run out the front door, without paying of course. I heard when I was a child, my mom would put a little brandy in my bottle to make me sleep easier.

The transition into an alcoholic I can say started around 18 years old. I’ve mentioned in previous entries about  hiding King cans (710 ml)  of beer in my bedroom of my mom’s house. That was when I was about 19 and I can definitely say that drinking was an everyday thing at that point. In those times, I had dropped out of CEGEP(Junior college) and began selling weed. I was making a considerable amount for my age at the time, so 2-3 King cans was nothing on my budget. I’m not sure if I actually “needed” it at the time as a lot of alcoholics have said, because I never had to go without it. I was always able to afford my habits. In hindsight, I do realize now that it is harder to identify alcoholism when you have a high income. Especially when you add the Hip Hop lifestyle to it where drinking a lot can be considered socially acceptable.

However the question is “Why” and not when. Based on the previously mentioned events, it makes it harder to also identify the “Why”. Was I depressed? Was I acting out? Maybe it was a cry for help? No, no and no are my answers to all of those questions.

As I grew up and my tolerance grew with me, I got into my share of trouble and even though I can attribute a lot of those troubles to drunk decisions; why I got so drunk in the first place is still a question. I also realize that I caused most of my own problems and alcohol definitely helped to amplify the events.
 


Up to the morning of my infamous apartment fire, I could not think of the reasons that I became an alcoholic. When I look at life now I feel that I still have several stressful situations and reasons why many would want to turn to a drink. For now and God’s willing forever, I don’t have the desire to curb my stress and anxiety with a drink. However, I could never judge or look down on the alcoholic or nonalcoholic who decides to do so.

Ultimately, I feel that it may be a combination of all the above mentioned facts as well as something that is just within myself and other alcoholics worldwide. Maybe a defunct gene that makes us abnormal drinkers. I know there must be some truth to the genetic factor because of the fact that I can watch some friends drink heavily for days then put the bottle down for more than a week. While I know even now almost 7 years later if I have even one drink, that I will surely begin the journey to drinking every night once again. Then there’s a 99% certainty that I won’t make it to be 50.

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REMINDER TO THE NON-ALCOHOLICS

Kofi Carmichael

A Reminder to the non- Alcoholics. Alcoholism is a disease that don’t just cure over the years and you are able to have a few beers here and there. We don’t call ourselves “Recovered Alcoholics” because the disease is still there whether we drink or not. I’ve found myself in many situations over the years where people just could not understand the concept. I remember my mom would tell me “Boy, you’ll be okay as long as you drink at home! Everything in moderation.” Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way mommy. As alcoholics we can’t just turn the addiction on and off at will. Many friends of mine still don’t understand the nature of alcoholism, especially the friends I only see once in awhile. If I see them once a year, they often would offer me a drink. When I decline they say, “Still?? Isn’t your parole over?” It often reverts to me explaining the entire process all over again, even though I haven’t drank in more than 6 years! I can’t lie, it can get annoying sometimes, but I can’t blame them for not understanding. Most of us alcoholics know that whether drinking or sober, it’s usually a lonely road.

The fact that I am a single man dating, requires me to “go out for drinks” when I first meet women sometimes. It’s still something that I have to kind of ease into the conversation when the waiter comes around and I explain that I don’t drink. Yet I try to make the woman feel comfortable and I advise her that it doesn't bother me if she drinks. In fact it’s more annoying if she does and now she decided not to on my account. Trust me ladies I’ll be okay. I haven't had the desire for 6 years now and don't plan on having them anytime soon. I have gone to the liquor store and bought liquor for women that I can keep in my house with no desire to drink it. And let’s be clear here, have a drink or I can’t get in your pants is a major deal breaker. I value my life way more than a “maybe” one night of passion.

Every once in awhile us alcoholic have to remind the non-alcoholic people around us that we are different. Alcoholics will have a bad drunken night and wake up feeling near death saying “I am never drinking like that again!” Within 12 hours we’ll be back at that bar. The non-alcoholic will have the same night but have the will to not touch a drink for a few days, some week or months.

So when you offer me a drink and I decline, don’t feel offended. I’m an alcoholic and even though I was a fun guy when I was drunk, I’m way more fun now when I’m sober and can remember any crazy things that I still might do. Just remember, I’m not offended that you may not understand alcoholism. I know you mean no harm and we know it’s hard to understand the road that the alcoholic travels.

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EX FACTOR ENTRY #38

Kofi Carmichael

I used to be a mess when I was a drunk. To a degree I can still be one sometimes with the alcohol 6 years removed.The road of alcohol nights and hungover days is said to be a lonely one but somehow us alcoholics always convince some poor soul to travel this chaotic path with us. Over my double decade alcohol fueled tirade I managed to drive multiple women to insanity, a lot of times simultaneously. The ones that I had long term relationships had to deal with the worst of it. 

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WHY (I DO THIS)

Kofi Carmichael

This blog started in May 6,  2011 as a way to itemize my thoughts. It was created as a journal of sorts to track my reintegration back into society fresh off a year in prison as well as my first year of sobriety. I was inspired by the advice given in one of my 12 step meetings that we should keep a journal. Being a public figure of sorts through hip hop I decided to make those thoughts public and so was born The Sober Emcee.


At first I used to complain about the lack of Facebook and Twitter likes that I’d get, which was none. I figured it wasn't something that the hip hop community would be interested interested in. Knowing that alcoholism in hip hop was a norm and not labelled a problem, I knew that it may be  an uphill battle. Then something happened, I started receiving inbox messages from people who said the blog affected them. I started  running into people I know who said they knew about my blog and told me that it was helpful to their own situation. After some time I learned how to check the metrics of the blog and see who many people were actually reading. I started seeing readers from the US growing as well as Russia, India, Scotland, Malaysia,Germany and more. February 17, 2013 marked my 3rd year of sobriety when I wrote and published entry #22 Dirty Little Secrets. I was finally seeing the snowball effect. The numbers doubled and with each entry that followed the numbers grew exponentially. That growth also made me realize the growing responsibility of which I am so proud to have. The readers became more public and vocal also, they started leaving comments and sharing and liking the entries on their social medias.
 

I realize that I needed to keep my sobriety for more than just myself now. I tell a lot of crazy stories some of them funny, some of them dark but the goal essential is to purge. However if I EVER have another drink again I promise to end the blog immediately so that I will never mislead my readers. I believe that if we do fall off the wagon that we should try to get back on and continue the sober road, but The Sober Emcee blog would see it’s last entry.  

The disease of alcoholism is something that starts with the user and sobriety also starts with the user and our will to live and conquer our demons. So in the end of the day even if the reason I write this blog is for me as my journal. As long as someone can take something away from this quick read then The Sober Emcee is for you.


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REPLACEMENT ADDICTION

Kofi Carmichael

I am an extremist with addictive tendencies. This means I go from one extreme to another. When I started smoking cigarettes, I kept going until I got to a sometimes 2 pack a day habit. When I started hustling I became known as the one who stayed out the longest and hustled the hardest.

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DEAR MOMMA

Kofi Carmichael

To the parents, I’ve heard in a lot of my 12 step meetings about parents being alcoholics and it being a big part of their own alcoholism. I completely understand that but fortunately I can’t relate. I grew up in a single mother household and my mother never got married or had random men coming into the house. I saw her get drunk but not on a regular basis. Usually it was around the holidays and sometimes she would have some brandy and milk before she went to bed. 

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I FORGIVE YOU... AND ME

Kofi Carmichael

On December 10th 2012, I spoke at the F-You (Forgiveness Project) founded and organized by my good friend Tara Muldoon. I’ve spoken at a couple of them before touching on topics from my past alcoholism and Pro-Criminal lifestyle along with sex education through stories of my past selfishness and womanizing. Naturally, it was an honor to be a featured speaker at the two year anniversary. The event made me go into deeper reflection now in hinds sight, have I really forgiven all of the people whom I felt wronged me? 

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​BLACKOUTS PT 1

Kofi Carmichael

The first blackout that I can remember was back in the mid 90’s. I was on my way to a house party with a few friends and we did a lot of pre drinking before we left. When we finally got to the house I was extremely drunk and wasn’t able to get out of the car. I told my friends to go ahead and that I would meet them inside. As they partied I was in a war with my stomach and spinning head in the back seat of the car. That went on for an hour until my stomach finally gave up and I threw up for what seemed like 15 minutes. 

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