When I Was a Drunk

Seldom do I reflect on what it must have been like for the others… when I was a drunk.

Not that there isn’t a certain entertainment value there… no, I am certain of that possibility!

Probably somewhere between amusement/bewildering/confusion is how I suspect it must have looked.

The depressing self-pity being masked with bouts of delusional boasting about unfulfilled accomplishments followed by 3 day long hang-overs…

The accomplishment was survival and no doubt why I love reading anything by Bukowski.

Dennis Mantin

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