After stewing about this for my entire six-hour flight, I finally made it to San Francisco. When I exited the subway at Union ...
The old priest asked me how I was doing. I had almost died of alcoholism a few short weeks before. I fell through the glass top of my coffee table, drunk, cut myself up like a hog ready for butcher ...
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