"My Power Grid"

   Whatever power is, that's what addiction steals. I need to repeat that to myself again. The dreams I had are gone. The dreams I have left are held closer to my chest. My old dreams eventually dissolved into the next drink, and the one after that, after that, after that.

    Cold beer in a hot shower. “Time to go to work.” That’s what I’d say to myself, blasé-blasé.

 
(Vatchi): "Addiction steals power." That's a good one. And power is time. Addiction. Benediction. The party's over. But Jim never, ever goes home. He'd rather black out. He'd rather pass out. "I think I died last night." That's what coming to is.

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 21)