Epiphany-Deprived

   Fired from my first job sober. Over-medicated on prescription anti-depressants. Have they no anti-self pity prescriptions? What must I do to not feel screwed? Emotional brick walls. Pills for everything except for who I am. The self as brick wall and not knowing which side you're on. No pill for that.

   Salvation Army. First job sober. Fired for being too slow, you know?
 
   You know.

   What is left when nothing’s left?

   A drink. A cigarette. Ten thousand more.

   (Sotto): This is getting better? This is what getting better is? Going through the laundry list of bad? What good can come of this? Have I seen any breakthroughs in him? Jim's an epiphany-deprived bastard, Vatchi. Or is it me?   from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 68)