Thirty years later I finally see the irony. By the time I had my Friday night TV news segment, "Time to Dine," my days of 'dining' were clearly already over. This raging alcoholic did not 'dine' anymore at all by that time. I only ate after I was already fucked up (except for taping the show days before). Food screwed with my 'alcohol delivery system'. Most of the time I did not eat a single bite until I had already administerd the proper dosage of alcohol, unencumbered by food. This was normal. On an empty stomach I could more easily control my intake. I had power over my alcohol and it was manageable. That, of course, was one of alcohol's biggest lies, the illusion of control.from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 24)
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