Tumble down time....

　　 If I had to pick the year that was the turning point in my addiction, it would have to be in 1979. It seems like that was the year wherein every job and professional or artistic commitment or opportunity came my way. Shit, this is difficult. But it was here that my alcoholism really started to spiral downward at the same time that my opportunities for achievement were just starting to present themselves. I really did hide my doubts and fears about my possibilities within the bottle. Smirky, smirk-smirk: fuck.
　


from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 18)