Two years.
When you quit drinking, time moves slowly
The first year is like when you're a kid in a pool
And someone is holding you under the water
You finally break free and gasp for air
The second year
You vow never to let that happen to you again
And you realize
The person holding you under the water
Was yourself
About the Funhouse
Hiya
Welcome
Greetings
I'm glad you're here
Vernacular photography is my thing. I hope you like it.