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Alcohol is a very patient drug. It will wait for the alcoholic to pick it up one more time.
My second marriage had a lot to do with alcohol.
I’d never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room.
I can choose to accelerate my disease to an alcoholic death or incurable insanity, or I can choose to live within my thoroughly human condition.
I’ve always had bronchitis. I’ve been administered the Sacrament of Death three times for it.