Trapped in my
drunkenness, waiting for a train. Going from point A to point B was measured in
drinks. New York to Philadelphia- five
drinks. Philadelphia to Atlantic
City- three drinks.
Life measured
in Alcohol- the “X” Factor. Factor the “X” into everything. How many drunken
call outs equal one getting fired? How many drunken lies, promises and broken
promises, excuses and inexcusable actions until a relationship
unravels?
This is life
measured in a retrospective I could not measure then. Alcohol measured me in a
row, one drink following the others, ducks in a row.
People rush to
catch a train in getting somewhere else. Once they arrive at their destination,
they most often do not move as quickly. They have
arrived.
Drunk in the
train station this one time was like being awake in a drunk dream: Trent ran
because he could not scream.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 26)
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