MY NEVER-ENDING BATTLE AGAINST THE INSATIABLE THIRSTIES

Sobriety isn't hell, not after the first week or two. It's merely purgatorial. It's an undifferentiated dispiriting twilight; it's standing in line at the registry of motor vehicles, forever. It's uncut existential tedium, and it makes me want to GET LOST IN A GOOD BOOK AT THE IRON RAIL BOOKSTORE AND LIBRARY, OPEN EVERY DAY FROM 1 to 7 PM!!

See how I tied that in, there? Total magic.

Soon I will begin posting poetry I have written.