Where should I begin? The end I suppose. And work backwards. Reminds me of a quote from Soren Kierkegaard ~ “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” What finally caused me to quit alcohol was another near death experience.
You needed at least 3 to really stay alive, he said. Broken glass was perfect in its razor blade geometry A jagged champagne flute sliced the skin at the bar The ravers ran as roaches do at the flick
The garbage we tell ourselves. The mindreading. The self-inflicted verbal lashes to our naked backs. We are the very best at castigating ourselves. When he went so deep inside that he could not get ou