Oh and my drab, utilitarian bedroom with the lovely leather-jacket-as-decoration on the wall.
hee hee
Alcohol,like a tornado, picked me up and set me down in many unfamiliar places, dizzy and a little bit torn up. This is my account of how a forty-six year old dyke manages to get and stay sober while rebuilding a life that never really got started in the first place.
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