“My faithful friend alcohol is going to be with me to my miserable end, the graves end. And the irony is, I can’t take a bottle of that demon fluid with me. The liquid I readily blame for my unfortunate and certain demise.”
“I always tell this to others. “The liquid I crave for won’t even mourn my passing. It will move on and find another self-made victim, millions of them, I’m sure.”
“In life, I seek it out for comfort to relieve my mental and spiritual pain. The only thing it gets me is loneliness and despair, which will lead me, no doubt, to a gated cemetery and plot, surrounded by many nameless others. They will be my companions in death and lie in forgotten graves buried in a modern day Potter’s field at some city’s expense.”
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