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One of the Ways I “Hid” My Drinking
I like to occasionally remember specific incidents during my drinking that really stick out as hallmarks of the alcoholic mind. They remind me that I wasn’t fooling anyone, except maybe myself. Right after college I moved into an apartment with two childhood friends. I had my own room, but it was a tiny cave in [...]
Drunkalogues
I don’t know why I love drunkalogues so much. Maybe it’s because they remind me just how crazy I was out there – but more importantly, it often shows me just how crazy it can get! I remember being told not to compare, but it’s hard not to compare. I think the reason they warn [...]
