For the first time this morning all three of my crumpled kleenex reached the trash can on the other side of the bed. Maybe this will be the day things finally start to turn around.

He stopped seeing them after realizing their kindness came more from pity than affection or respect.

After decades of sensible moderation, I packed it in and began drinking in earnest.

From the instant you vow never to forget, it begins to slip away

There was an uneasiness between us. They always gave me booze for Christmas. It was the one thing they knew I liked.

The best thing about God was all the money.

Life stages
1) unfolding
2) refolding

He was hanging by a thread; he felt as though he would disintegrate in a light breeze.