So last evening/night I spent reading the first three acts of Eugene O'Neill's "The Iceman Cometh" and the funny thing is I didn't drink. I think I was simply tired from climbing that morning, the sun, and working during the week. So this morning I have been finishing the play and had to start boozing with this play about a bunch of drunks. Here is bite of literature far easier to put down quickly than 100 Years of Solitude. I recomend you to read or rent the play. Set in a bar, the play paints a group of penniless content drunkards and how they change when an inhummane (therapist like) fellow pushes them to face the falacy of their pipe dreams.
I can't read about people drinking without reaching for the bottle. Even when I read about people at rehab (Where I'm Calling From by Raymond Carver) or going to A.A. meetings (Dry by Augusten Burroughs) it makes a certain quadrant of my brain tingle. Since Dad is in Michigan this weekend and Jesus is the model of sobriety around here, I'm hardly Harvey--sober as a supreme court justice.
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So last evening/night I spent reading the first three acts of Eugene O'Neill's "The Iceman Cometh" and the funny thing is I didn't drink. I think I was simply tired from climbing that morning, the sun, and working during the week. So this morning I have been finishing the play and had to start boozing with this play about a bunch of drunks. Here is bite of literature far easier to put down quickly than 100 Years of Solitude. I recomend you to read or rent the play. Set in a bar, the play paints a group of penniless content drunkards and how they change when an inhummane (therapist like) fellow pushes them to face the falacy of their pipe dreams.
I can't read about people drinking without reaching for the bottle. Even when I read about people at rehab (Where I'm Calling From by Raymond Carver) or going to A.A. meetings (Dry by Augusten Burroughs) it makes a certain quadrant of my brain tingle. Since Dad is in Michigan this weekend and Jesus is the model of sobriety around here, I'm hardly Harvey--sober as a supreme court justice.
Bummer. I had a good buzz before noon, but have mostly sobered because I have to go wash dishes at my summer camp job in an hour.
Why do people always write about drinking? Oh yeah, it's because all literaries are fucking drunks... like you guys.
I myself spend most of my time reading about scientists, engineers and politicians who don't have the courage to admit they're drunk most of the time.
I love booze. I love booze! I LOVE BOOZE!
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