That is true strength. To want what you have, and not what someone else is holding.

I had two speeds, which often varied with my blood alcohol level: fine with whatever, and never, ever satisfied. Where was the balance between these two?

It wasn't fair that my friends could stay at Captain Morgan's pirate ship party while I was drop-kicked into a basement with homeless people chanting the Serenity Prayer.

I had this great idea: I should get a job. Freelancing came with freedom, but maybe what I required was a cage.

I understood drinking to be the gasoline of all adventure.

Moving a pile of bricks from one side of the room to the other requires strength. Time, discipline, patience.