An Elegant Universe

   The universe can be seen as elegant, on one hand, or a slag heap of human suffering, on the other. All of that is secondary to the drink for me. For me, for me, for me, I must stay connected to my sobriety or some final separation will occur. That final separation is a drink. And for me, to drink is to die.



from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 74)