There is no way to be where I might have been by now. That child was never born. That child could not control the drink. That child was deserted. That child's death is no coincidence. That child could not make it stop.
Because I don't remember, perhaps it was not real. I do not know what he feels.
All drinking aside, I did not drink today.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 84)
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