Carrying the weight of a drink around my neck made me sink, pulled to the bottom, the bottom of the sea. Without that weight, without that drink, I rise to the surface, the surface of myself.
(Sotto): Most all the world can drink safely. But there seems to be safety in numbers for Jim and those like him. Drowning in a sea of alcohol or swimming in a sea of recovery.
Without the weight of the drink, the structure and function of my sober life are enough for me. For today.
I cannot drink today. from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 89)
carrying, drowning, swimming, rising, igniting...it's all so sobering. I think that fueled shot glass is losing it's alcohol though.
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