Notes
Books are like that. Books just are. Sometimes books need to be, they need to exist and so they will body-snatch a writer and climb out through the writer’s fingers and into the world where they belong to different people to different degrees and for different reasons.
“In recovery, your shape changes. In order for you to fit back into the rest of the puzzle, your life, the other pieces of the puzzle must also change their shapes to accommodate you.”
But her little scene means I don’t get my resolution. I get to stew. And this makes me hate her. And I can’t live with that, so I want to drink.
I’m worried that all of the inner mess that was channeled into alcoholism is now channeled into other disturbing rivers. That I’ve drained the lake to flood the city.
What you are doing is ‘telling on your addict.’ You need to visualize your own internal addict. Think of it as a separate ‘being’ that lives inside of you.
Kavi disgusts me. He disgusts me more than any other human being has ever disgusted me before. Because I am him.
You can’t move away from your addiction, it will follow you wherever you go.
What she’s saying is that I may need an all-new career and all-new friends.
That I use booze like an escape hatch and also like a destination in itself.
He feels so fucking good. But then, so does scotch.