This will be neither eloquent nor well spoken... This is an attempt to distract myself from the dangers that lie outside my door. I have once again found myself observing the real world from the rim of a bottle. I do not have excuses...there is no underlying alternative reason for my transgressions and abuses. I utterly and deeply love the haze of watching the real world pass me by... There's a certain quiet peace in being numb to reality. Oddly enough the perfect time to reflect and contemplate and yet you are physically and mentally unable to complete a coherent thought. Figure that out... They say the first step is recognizing and admitting there actually is a problem... I have hopefully succeeded in both. Now comes the incredibly long and arduous task of righting my wrongs. I expect no "atta boys" and if I can be so presumptive ask any be skipped...if I do this right this then this will be indexed ramblings of an always recovering alcoholic... There is no cure for a disease that is not in m opinion a medical one, contrary to opinions or medical theory. I categorically affirm to you it is a choice.
here's to tomorrow....
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ReplyDeleteMy son, your nephew, Patrick Michael Kenny.