"Obviously Obliterated"
“Sometimes the truth of a thing is not so
much in the think of it, as in the feel of it.”
Stanley
Kubrick
The door to
the prison of addiction opened and I was afraid to leave. Fear of leaving was
fear of living, because I had not
lived beyond that door for decades.
My living in
Atlantic City began as a vacation. I came to get away from a failed
relationship back home. I’d never really been away by myself before and
twenty-four hour open bars helped me drown my past in liquor. The collateral
damage from drowning my past was destroying my present. “Prone to occasional
blackouts” would come to be a gross understatement, as I eventually would
blackout nearly every night, never knowing if I got home by Jitney, bus or
cab.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 25)
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