I take 3 steps forward, and 1 step back . I was sober almost 4 months.
Doing swell, the job, prolific writing. and then, wham, A bottle of Absinthe in two hours, Not even Van Gogh on the box or the worm wood could make sense of the garbled words I wrote. **** Hemingway and Fitzgerald. And Stein can go to Hell.