Wednesday, May 12, 2021


 I've been sober since March of 2007. I was out with my writer friend Harold Holt trying to find some Polish liquor. I had hoped to get Harold to an actual Polish store. Right when we were ready to leave, we saw this bottle of whatever Three Olives is, with the catchy Elvis photo. I didn't care to look at it anymore, just two weeks later. My pain. The plague. My dog still dead. So I broke the bottle and now it is in a landfill.

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