What do I owe you, and how much you have quelled my inner wonder? These questions have been asked and answered by my own mind many a time over the years.
As I lift the near empty piece of aluminum, I wonder when I started to delve myself fully physically and mentally into your embrace. Why do I enjoy your company as much as I do? And in the same moment I feel as if you are my greatest enemy. O alcohol, why must I love you?
The realization that I am a drunk, and that I live in an geological area that is full of drunks, I am without the barrier of most to see the error in the life that I lead. I have been sober, and I like being sober but I cannot be without something. Everyone has, NEEDS something. A vice, and my body has chosen its own.
I just had the thought that NEEDS looks like it shouldn't be a word, are all words as strange looking?
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