Identity

My name is Al. And I'm an alcoholic.

This is true, but I am also a senior citizen, a maple syrup connoisseur, a student, a PIKE PHIsh brother, and a father of two.

I came to PIKE PHIsh to find an identity that could replace my loner upstate Vermont status, and one was provided. But a man forms his own identity over a lifetime of experiences. PIKE PHIsh is part of my identity, but it has no higher share than every other facet of my personality, interests, and everything I have learned.

I consider myself to be a very lucky man. I've made mistakes. An obscene amount of mistakes. Mistakes that are hard to fix, and that I haven't even bothered trying to fix. I am lucky to have a daughter (and, deeper down, a son) that will never stop loving me. I'm lucky to have friends that I can trust and depend on, despite the age gap. Hell, I'm lucky to be getting a degree at a top notch university and avoiding the absurd tuition.

Life is good, only took me 63 years to realize it.