P. O. Box 1980

The drinking is slowly changing to something you dream about, forgetting the taverns, forgetting the everlasting bottle and drinks that always were too many. My wife even trusts me every day. No more staying away for weeks or finding myself in a box car at the coast, hungry, dirty, and penniless. No more jails, unless one party might sue me for a scratched car. Boy! It's wonderful to feel alive.