Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Scotch Breakfast

   Who I aspired to be,
what I aspired to do,
did not, could not fit into
the hand I was playing
when I drank. That hand
was always reaching for
the next drink.

from All Drinking Aside
(Rough Draft, Chapter 3)
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  1. KathyMay 16, 2012 at 7:47 AM

    Much rather have a bloody mary, mimosa, tequila sunrise for breakfast. Forget the Scotch. Unless it's a guy in kilts of course.

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