· Jul 30, 2020 at 1:30 pm
Sometimes I see an old photo of me and I think, “that’s a fun picture…but I was drunk for that whole weekend.”
I went to visit the family in Ottumwa in June 2011 just like Maggie and I did last week. But I was by myself and started drinking as soon as I got on the Amtrak that took me to Iowa. And I did see everybody and all that but I drank and I drank and I drank. Pretty much the whole time. Because that’s what I did when I was that me.
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