Last call
January 2020 | Spiritual Awakenings

Last call

It was 1985. She took out a dime and stared at her shot glass. Then she walked over to the phone and saved her life

I sat on the worn bar stool that afternoon, full of despair. It was 1985, I was 25 years old and I wanted to die. My plan that morning had been to drink enough to go up to the train tracks and jump in front of a train. 

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