"Deadly, Slowly, Consequently"

    What alcohol promised and what alcohol delivered. Now that's a joke went up in smoke, up in smoke and mirrors. Mirrors of my soul's rigmarole.

      What I promised and what I delivered. Lies, lateness, absenteeism, a million tell-tale symptoms, subtle and blatant. What a mess, an unholy mess. Where did I begin and the alcohol end?

    Where do I begin when the alcohol ends? Is there something left to salvage? Is there anything left to save?

    I did not drink. I could not drink. I did not drink today.

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 39)