Man I'm on the verge of just packing up a duffel bag and taking the hell off. To where? that's what's stopping me... where would I go?
but I want to go just the same...
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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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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