A Boot From the Judge
I celebrate my fortieth birthday today. As I write these words of gratitude, I am sitting on the banks of the Grand Canal in my adopted city, Dublin, Ireland. Beside me is a bridge that spans the canal. Twenty-three years ago I slept beneath that bridge because I was too drunk to go home.
I was a university student then with a bright future beckoning. But I didn't realize I had a problem with alcohol.
I eventually dropped out of university and joined the police force, which provided me with more money for booze. I worked night and day, drinking between shifts. I later...
-- T. K.