Bad discovery: the day I discovered that when drinking made me puke, drinking more would stop the puking. A few small sips and then more puking. A few more small sips and then still more puking. More sips. More puking. Eventually the puking stops. But the drinking doesn’t stop. The drinking does not, will not stop. Fighting against the drink, against the will to drink and the will to not drink, Wanting the puking to stop. Then surrender and drinking to oblivion.
“Would you like a chaser with that?”
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 81)
I chased the drink until the drink chased me. The porcelain goddess. Kneel to the porcelain goddess. Kneel.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 81)
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