Merlin's Musings

You get to that point when your flesh begins to crawl kinda like your skin doesn’t fit ..the hair tightens on the back of your neck..your shoulders seem to creep up in an ache and it starts to get heavy to breathe…all the while feeling as if impending doom is eminent…and you try not to show it in front of other folks as the sweat breaks out on your upper lip…and you grab the bottle or glass and try not to shake too hard…and the moment it touches your lips….you’re home. The instant you swallow it your stomach revolts and you choke it back down…. Funny how not having had a drink in all these years, I can still remember that state of physical and mental anguish…that desperation….the insanity that washes over you and makes you more than willing to do whatever it takes and toss away whatever small tiny shard of humanity you might still have inside you to get to that next drink.

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