A Drunk by Any Other Name. . .
This alcoholic deplores the loss of his prior status
BOY, AM I glad I got sober when I did! I mean, I didn't realize how close I was to losing my identity--that of "common drunk."
I agree that the life-style of the common drunk didn't provide much in the line of status. But I always figured that, in all of the hullabaloo about the worth of the Common Man in our American society, the word "common" connoted a certain dignity. In such a wholesome, enlightened atmosphere, a person could stagger about, wrapped in the security of his GI overcoat, and, if he refrained from bedding down in the lobbies of better-class hotels, he was pretty...
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Port Angeles, Washington