Thinking it Through

When the bender is through, and the damage is done I’ll have to put the pieces of my broken life back together. It gets harder, if not impossible to regain a person you have betrayed’s trust, and the first person you betray when slipping is yourself. But you can always work on yourself later, and try to win back the family, only this time it is not as easy, they are not as willing to risk betrayal and all of the hurt that comes with it. Being thrown out on the street is no way to stay sober, and living in your car not quite the glamorous life you had envisioned, but it could be worse. That little bottle of vodka that used to make a dull life more vibrant is waiting at the neighborhood package store, but you can’t go there because somebody might see you and know what you are up to, and we can’t have that, heck no, so you drive two towns over for your little magic in the bottle. Seeing you had to drive so far you get two, one for today and one for tomorrow, but like they say, tomorrow never comes, so down the hatch they go.