Monday Evening in a mood that was equal parts stupidity and boredom I threw myself a Pity Party with an open bar. I drugged, drank and had a fall on my head on a marble floor. For two days Doctor's tried to figure out why I couldn't speak in complete sentences or remember answers to simple questions.Oddly, I knew answers to Hard Questions.
Spinal Tap showed blood, CAT scan and MRI were clear and my language skills returned.
I am a Fool to have thought in my arrogance that I could "handle" things Monday. I can't.
I'm an Addict and I cannot outsmart that central fact in my life.
Shame tastes like blood in your mouth, like biting iron.
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