Tag: alcoholism, memoir, memoirs

Tomorrow! How sweet its prospects for a drunkard the night before. There is no better word. Before the earth hurls itself into sunshine, nothing is not possible.

Slurping these spirits is soul preparation, a warped communion, myself serving as god, priest, and congregation.

The head can travel a far piece while the body sits in one spot. It can traverse many decades, and many conversations can be had, even with the dead.