When I drink, the only world there is is alcohol. I will drink until I
blackout and I will continue drinking until I pass out. “More” is the only word
I know. More, until I blackout and then still more until my body shuts down and
I pass out. And somehow, even then, more is not enough. My disease cannot ever
be satisfied. When there is nothing else, there is always more.
More is everything… and
nothing.
I will never be like
“most normal folks.”
When I drink, the only
world there is is alcohol.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 47)
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