My life's back in order somewhat. I've decided writing is the only feasible type of employment for me. That is unless Jack Daniel's has any product tester positions still open. Also, someone called me Daniel Plainview today and I was flattered beyond blushing.
I have renounced my humanity. Violent upheaval of all human interaction. Devoid of life, I will bury myself under a heap of books. Consider this my resignation.
1 year clean as of today. I wasn't keeping track, but I found my rehab journal yesterday. Somehow it doesn't seem like the huge monumental achievement people make it out to be.
The drinkings declined but hasn't stopped, I excercise.
I don't feel as much vinni viddi vicci but more Fuck it I'm not going back.
PAPA In a constant battle zone where wine glasses and vodka bottles turn into grenades and mortars and words turn into bullets Your face is always a sanctuary I'll see you in hell Brice-if I haven't already and I'll be damned happy that at least one loving soul is there with me.