When I reached a certain level of intoxication, I was at my peak. Not before. Not after. And my duration of peak performance diminished as my disease progressed. I was a lousy pool player until I had enough drinks in me. I needed so many drinks to function at my physical best. At some point, the new normal was drunk and it was a necessity.
1955- Rosa Parks boards a bus. I'm five years old. Alcohol sits next to me, waiting patiently for me to pick up my first drink.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 40)
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