Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.
I was with my dad 20 years ago as he was dying. I was there at the moment of his death, and I kept wondering the whole while what it must feel like from his point of view to still be there thinking, hearing all that was going on as people came and went, and life continued all around him.
But it has been a long process because I'm kind of a renaissance person.
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