Confronting him

　　 My dark tan and 'Summer Tourist' clothes make me stand out in the crowd. I would ignore this person if I were to meet him today. I would think he was a pompous asshole. But if I waited thirty minutes, I would have pity on this pathetic ‘gentleman’. In thirty minutes he would be carried out by two bouncers, plastered, wasted, coked out, luded out…. I will be confronting him again and again as I look backward at my life, as disconnected from my past now as I was disconnected from the present, then.
　　 I sigh, and plod forward in my sobriety….

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 29)