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I’m thousands of miles away from home; have been for about three years. Wanted to make something of myself to make mama smile, to buy her a house and groceries but, in the words of Shakespeare, “A greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our intents.” A few minutes from now I’ll get drunk for the first time in eight months. Will leave just a mossel of sanity in me so that I don’t throw a bottle at the next guy who tells me that god is in control. Anyway, I guess this is what rock bottom feels like…

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