Same as it ever was
Holding my breath
Hit by a doctor again today. Bad news. I have to be a good boy.
No drink, No drugs forever. My world is splitting. Maybe in a cool way. Maybe I will not die in my sleep, after all.
At the very least I have an open future. Is that worth anything?
2 comments:
Hello Handsome! Sorry I didn't take your call, was on a date with the new guy. Are you ok? No drinks, no drugs? How will you ever be interesting? Everyone knows that addict = magnetic genius. Look at all of the greats... How many of them successfully completed a rehab program? And remained cool?
(Just playing... I hope you are well. You're in my thoughts.)
As a girl I once met at the bar in the SoHo Grand famously said: Rehab??? No! No! No!
I'm going to a party later today, and I know I'll end up with a Kettle One and tonic in my hand. What I lack in willpower I make up for in a super-human, pathological inability to commit to anything.
I wish you and the new guy many, many smiles.
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