by Cachuchiunknown, Navarre, Spain
Dec 2017 531 Views 1 comments
From my mentor
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
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Posted: Dec 2017
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No wonder he drowned himself with the spirit of alcohol. To relieve him if only for a while.