It's not that she isn't having any fun, but Niecy had to keep it real. She was sick of liquor, lying, and being loose. 'Liquor brings the freak out in a lot of people. But, like the preacher said this morning, I can't do anything about what I used to do. These days I've narrowed my drinks down to two or three. I know I could stop cold turkey if I wanted to. I do realize half the brothers I would have thought were fine once upon a time don't look so good now. Just last week I ran into an old bed buddy, Wesley, who I thought, at the time, looked like Shemar Moore. As long as I was drinking. But, now he looks more like a salamander."
An experience at church compels Niecy to really evaluate her life and stop talking change, but to actually do something to steer herself into a life of peace and real joy. A life that begins with letting go. Nonetheless, like her pastor says, 'with new levels come new devils."
And when that devil smells good, feels good, and can charm the sugar out of a cake.