Alcohol is the catalyst which slows me down so that everything overwhelms me, by which the profane becomes profound, in which patterns emerge in the chaos, and for one brief moment I find god. Everything suddenly makes sense, because I am too incapacitated to hold all the infinite possibilities in my head. Divinity by chemical …
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Blue
Quinine is the secret to true blue happiness.
Oh, Canada
In lieu of any actual reflections of my vacation to Toronto, Ontario, Canada — my head is still too heavy with maudlin thoughts and emotions — here is a disjointed collection of facts about Toronto in no particular order: Flying to Canada was exciting because it was my first flight on a commercial jet. Now …
Bug Juice
Been a few days since I’ve touched the booze, and I’m fine with that. Actually, since I started antibiotics for bronchitis last week, it’s been a rather dry week. Again, fine with that. I recognize that I do my liver no good service with carrying on the family tradition. But now that the antibiotic regimen …