Panic at the Liquor Store
If he can only get the liquor to his trunk, he'll be OK
Like many of us, I grew up in a home that was quietly ravaged by alcohol abuse. My active father occasionally acted out through his dark moods and the occasional outburst of anger, but he always managed to keep a good job and to pursue the things that he loved in life: reading, painting and writing.
What none of us recognized was that he was getting worse. Later on in his career he survived on B12 shots laced with speed given by a local doc, and the late morning drink. He was able to retire before he got into any serious trouble with his company, and my parents returned to France...
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