“Breakfast”. Alcoholic: The Dark Side.

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9:06 am
The Diner

“Good morning, Susan”

“Mornin’, Harry”

“What’ll it be this morning?”

“Double martini
Vodka
Extra dry
Chilled stem
Two olives”

“Rough night again?”

“Yeah
Damn kids
The old man
Bitch of a fight”

“This will fix you up”

“How about something to eat?”

“15 minutes, Harry”

“Eggs
Over easy
Bacon
Toast
Juice
Shot of Smirnoff”

“Harry,
Hit me again

Double”

Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello
Alcoholics Anonymous.
Can I help you?”

“My name is Susan.
I’m an alcoholic.”

“The Wagon”. Alcoholic: The Dark Side.

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Heaven to hell

Took my soul to hell
Alone
In the dark.

Hell to heaven

8,394 1/2 days
Rode the wagon
with soft friends.

Heaven back to hell

Only 1 beer
1 led to 2
2 led to 4
4 led to 8.

11:00 am

Team meeting
Straight talk
Messrs Grey Goose,
Crystal Head, Finlandia,
Stolichnaya, Absolut,
Smirnoff, Belvedere,
Skyy and Pinnacle.

No body odor
Made me feel good.

1
2
3
Discussion with wife.
4
Argument with wife.
5
Wife disgusted.
6
Daughter terrified.
7
Grandchildren scared.
8
Friends shuffled away.
9
One for the road.
10
Just a nightcap.
11
Messrs rolled across floor
Naked and empty.

Soul back in hell
Alone
In the dark.

Wagon left without me

Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello
Alcoholics Anonymous.
Can I help you?”

“My name is Mark.
I’m an alcoholic.”

“Dear Daddy.” Alcoholic: The Dark Side.

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Daddy
Is it cold down there?

Are you asleep?
Can you breath?

It’s very quiet here.

A man just threw dirt
On top of your box.

Mommy says
It’s a coffin.

A man in a black suit
With a white collar
Has a black book
Open

He’s reading strange words
In an creepy language.

Mommy says
It’s Latin.

A man with a weird horn
Is squeezing a big bag
He’s playing music.

Mommy says
It’s Amazing Grace.

Everybody is
Crying
Hugging
Holding hands
Leaning on each other.

Other Mommies
Are whispering.

They are saying
You
Drank yourself death.

Other Daddies
Are talking.

They are saying
You were
A drunk.

Why Daddy?
Please help me Daddy
I love you Daddy!

Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello
Alcoholics Anonymous.
May I help you?”

“May name is Jason.
I’m an alcoholic.”

“Stages”. Alcoholic: The Dark Side.

Your Town
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Shock

Pete!
Dead?
Mom, I just saw him!
What happened?

Story

Pitch night
Old man
Alcoholic
Drunk
High speed
Head-on.

3000 pounds
Into
3000 pounds.

Metal rips metal
Metal smashes glass
Smashing glass tears tender skin
Sharp edges saw bare bone
Chards puncture eyes
Blood
Rivers of blood.

Denial

No Mom
This can’t be
This can’t be happening to our family
Pete! Pete!
My dear brother Pete!

Anger

@$#&%*
@$#&%*
@$#&%* liquor
@$#&%* alcoholic
@$#&%* alcoholic driving a car.

Tears

Streams roll over soft cheeks
Tongue tastes salt
Lips tastes mucous
Shoulders shake
Body quivers.

Eyes stare into space
Howl
Long, low, hollow
Nooooooooooooo!!!!

Depression

@$#&%* life
I can’t do this any more
Pete was my strength
My best friend
My God.

Acceptance

Mom
Dad
I have you
We have each other
We have love.

Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello.
Alcoholics Anonymous.
May I help you?”

“My name is John.
I’m an alcoholic.”