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    Circling The Drain

    Hangovers used to be the norm Despair tastes bitter at sunrise Uncomfortable before the storm With no intention of compromise   Fine details will slowly fade away A small price for hanging out late Once intoxicated it’s hard to stray No chaser when shooting straight   Got carried away...

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    • You are game Damian. Hope all is well
      Bat

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Bat. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m doing alright. Nice to see you around again. Just read your new posts, great to read your work again. Hope you’re doing well brother. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Okay, so this one took me somewhere unexpected. I had the sense of a long battle, a truce that ends the fight but not the enmity…so the enemy is kept within sight. No idea why that’s where this took me. My sister has been sober about the same length of time as you and she keeps a partial bottle of liquor up on top of her cabinet to remind her the enemy is real and not dead. She never touches it, but it reminds her of the darkness it carried, the times she lost and the gains she’s made. Keep the enemy in sight but don’t engage. That takes enormous strength, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It may have took you somewhere unexpected but that summary of where you went is pretty awesome. I used to keep 7 Bud Platinums in the crisper of my refrigerator from the last time I had a drink. They stayed there for the first two years of my sobriety as a reminder of how real and close the enemy will always be. Then one day while making room in the fridge I decided to take the training wheels off so to speak. I don’t want that life back, I’m much better off where I am. I poured them out and threw the bottles in the trash. That was over a year ago. So I understand your sister’s motivation for keeping that partial bottle around. I always enjoy your commentary my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Dude, I continue to enjoy a few Beam and gingers here and there. I don’t go out nearly as much as I used to, actually barely I’d say. But, I have learned that control is my friend. As much as I enjoy the time out with friends, etc, I know that there is a rational limit to it all. The best part is how much money I’ve saved! Really. I have a future/goals and now understand priorities much clearer. I never thought I had a problem, until I realized how much time and money as used up in it all.
      That and how most bar friends can be quite fickle.
      Your write is on point. The characters we encounter, the thoughts, the situations… all of it.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Control is your friend indeed. Moderation is key but I didn’t have that gene in my system it would seem. Whether it be bars or at home I was never satisfied with having a drink or two. I always drank to the point of being numb. Which was after creatively venting all my emotions into lyrics or poems while pounding drinks. In my mid twenties I would buy a case of beer and a fifth of booze every weekend without fail. So yeah, it is quite expensive, I could have built a studio or something useful with all the money I wasted on addiction over those thirty plus summers of pickling my insides. It is nice to have priorities I learned that one as well. Bar friends are always fickle. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This is nothing short of brilliant .. and quite possibly now very near the top of my Damian DeadLove faves .. Not only that, but it also sits so pretty on the page .. 😎👍

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m glad it ranks highly amongst your faves. It does indeed sit nicely on the page sir. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • It is taking me a while to get around to the writings, but this is a powerful piece. She’s the lore to a familiar trap. I mean, man that is temptation at its finest.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I dig that line as well. It is temptation at its finest. Appreciate you, Cuz.

        Damian

    • The tale of the sugar sweet. Of bitterness to the truth. Honesty’s ink runs deep. Great ink Damian.

      Bat

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Bat. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Indeed it does. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Straight to the point. I feel this.
      Sobriety is a powerful drug sais Hunter S. Thompson.
      Regards
      James

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, James. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Can’t state it any better than Mr. Thompson. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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