"Unteachable" self-medicator. Do you hear him, Vatchi? I don't think he would listen to anyone when he picked up his first drink, perhaps before. And all these other drugs he's admittedly taken? They, too, might have been a phase, but I guess it's at least partly true, what I've heard, that the normal physical, mental and social maturity that comes with growing up stops, or at least severely slows down, once the alcohol hits the brain of an alcoholic mind.
Christ, now he has me making excuses for him in my head.
Anxiety, let it pass. Anger, let it go. Fear, unclench it.
This chemical assault is over.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 22)
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