It is in our tradition
to greet people
with kisses on the cheek.
But I am ashamed.
There is whiskey on my breath.
What will they think of me?
I return to you intoxicated,
hello. There are things I’ve learned.
One fact being that alcoholics cannot
stand speeches. They will cut you off
at the best part. Second, I think
I enjoy being alive.
I talked to a dentist tonight. He said:
Dentists and drug dealers have the highest rate of suicide
in the United States.
Bless his heart.
Bless that man for trying.
Written at 6:46 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. Before my sister’s birthday party. People are arriving. I have made a terrible decision to begin drinking early. Why is this so shameful?