Thirst.

Initially, I was asked why
until it was quite clear that I
would not spill. Because I drank

with the best of them, but I drank
by myself. Always. And that’s why,
in my cups, there was no way I

could stop, because I sensed that I
was a real drip unless I drank.
I couldn’t tell anyone why

I stopped, because it’s why I drank.

One response to “Thirst.

  1. A wonderful glimpse inside the alcoholic mind. My favorite kind of people.
    Thanks for the post.

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