“Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven’t touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane.” ― Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot
And with a deep drink, the battle begins inside. The poison seeps through every fiber of his mind, blinding it with anger. The blindness is absolute, the thinking stops and in the blackness of lost souls he wrings the sanity from every moment. Ripping the last shreds of innocence from the hosts of his sinking life, the cup’s thrown, a gauntlet of challenge against imagined foes. He pounds the friends and family surrounding him and crushes them beneath his inflamed ignorance. The pain is not enough, hearts fall deep into the void of his addiction. His breath excretes his venom of choice. No love in that world, no understanding, no chance for any to live and be well. It is a suicide, a long slow suicide, that takes everyone down with him. Nothing left, nothing gained, lives wasted.
Words. Deep thoughts. Eccentric. Madness. Lover. Dark. Music. Melancholic. Beaches. Addict. Primal. Curious. Dichotomy. Gemini.
"I am a series of small victories and large defeats, and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here." - Charles Bukowski
"I think and think and 99 times I'm wrong. But on the 100th time, I'm right." - Einstein
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