Sober as a Judge: One Year Without a Drink, and What Came Back
For most of my career, drinking wasn't a problem I had. It was a skill I was known for. I did my law school homework in the back booth of a pub. I've recruited lawyers over long dinners, courted reporters over scotch and raised the seed money for a nonprofit around my backyard fire pit while a bottle of whiskey made the rounds. A friend once described me, fondly: “Mark may be the drunkest guy in the room by blood alcohol content, but he'll appear as sober as a judge.” In our profession, that's practically a letter of recommendation. Nobody worries about the lawyer who never slurs, never misses a deadline and outworks the room.
That is the trap, and it is our profession's trap, specifically.