Friend Julie was on her exceptionally good behavior on Thursday.
But on Friday, she disappeared. Into her bedroom. Spent the whole day there.
Drunk. It’s hard for me to fathom. But that’s the peril of alcohol. A poison.
That makes one addicted. Maybe the most devastating drug in the drug arsenal. Funny
thing though. I’ll find reason to be happy. If I live long enough to see Julie
die. I’d rather outlast all of my friends and acquaintances. I’m in no hurry to
die. --Jim Broede
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