Smoke filled lungs. Alcohol drenched stomach membrane. Head blanketed in the fog of substance. This is the way of life for most. I do also, but it is not my excuse.
It is the way to cope I tell myself. As I have done for the last thirty odd years. But they are all odd- that is why I indulge- I do not need a reason.
Now do you understand? Don't get me wrong- it is not that I am asking for absolution or approval.
I am far beyond that. I am old enough to know better; but who knows best? Not father- he is beset with his own demons; or maybe he is his own. He is dead anyway and hopefully beyond caring. I am a father and I still know nothing.
Now, I am a blogger; my new addiction. Most of what I read online is crap. I feel like I'm in good company because of what I see we are all in trouble. Well, at least we are not alone; we'll all go down with the ship together while the orchestra plays waltza mitilda...
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