I woke up from a dream unable to remember what I was dreaming about, promising myself that I would get sober. I thought about why I loved the dog so much. I was yacking shit up, my left side was still fucked, I got some ice from the fridge and put it on the top of my back. I thought of Meri and how determined she was to get rid of her pain. She said she wouldn’t do anything else until it had all gone away.
What have I become?
December 8, 2006 at 10:01 am
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