Come One, Come All!

(Sotto): He's like a dog chasing his tail. Around and around. No center. No substance.

 

 

A whole lotta drinking going on.

 

 

And nothing else.

 

 

Looking back now to my drinking days (daze), I can now see that I was always worse off than I thought I was at the time. I continued downhill. There was always something or someone else to blame and the alcohol would always help, I thought. It could not hurt. Sober now, I can see how others must have seen me then. I don't know if this is like the separation of Siamese Twins or not. Did I have one heart, but two brains? One brain, but two hearts? Is it the past and future conjoined in this now, like some side-show freak show formaldehyde bodies in a jar? Ammoniated brains on my gravy train. Come one, come all. From near! From far! See this freak in a fucking jar!
 

   This will never be easy.

   But it does get better. Has gotten better.

 

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 81)