Your feelings for the alcoholic destruction of a semi-mediocre writer like Jim must be tempered somehow, Sotto. Addiction is a disease, Sotto. It changes the riverbeds of the alcoholic's brain, of the alcoholic’s life. It dredges out new gorges and leaves gaping holes in peoples' lives, Sotto.
Forget Jim altogether, Sotto. Let Jim live as an example. Part of Jim is forever dead. Part of him will never live. There is no whole Jim left. A hole is in Jim that only his new, sober life can fill.
He is but an example. Too pathetic to feel sorry for? Perhaps, Sotto. But he can still feel pathetic and I think he does.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 25)
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