Living Letters

I am Leo. I am an alcoholic, sober by the grace of God. Ten years ago I was a hard boozer and my constant companion was the bottle. My drunkalog is hardly anything special to bother you with. But the booze I drank had the added flavor of lizards, rats, and geykos that invariably fell into the manufacturing urns. It did not matter what I drank, provided it was cheap and had the kick. It went on this way for quite a number of years. In this part of the world alcoholism is a way of life.