Alcohol is my poison, my
prison. A brick wall, a trap door, a cancer, a bad joke, an empty bottle, an
excuse, a leaky faucet, a loan shark, a broken promise, a cracked mirror,
an earthquake, an avalanche, a
train wreck, a recurring nightmare.
Alcohol is my
insanity.
(Sotto):
Oh, my goodness. I should have seen
this shit coming. Ramble, ramble, ramble. Ramble, ramble, ramble. But I’ve got
to admit it. Some of what he says is at least half-true.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 39)
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