Last night, I witnessed one of my friends with long term sobriety drinking again.

It breaks my heart.

I know where it goes from here and it isn’t good.

AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT BUT WATCH THE TRAINWRECK HAPPEN.

Oh, and try to stay out of the wreckage so I can be there when the dust settles.

It says in the Big Book of AA that alcoholism is cunning, baffling and powerful and that’s true.  Sometimes I think the Big Book is literally divinely inspired, like much of the Bible.  A kind of gospel for our times.

So, I’m sad about that and trying desperately not to be co-dependent, the flip side of just about every alcoholic.

Damn.  Sinatra has caught something small, likely a bug, and has brought it indoors as a trophy.  Life has a way of intruding on my depressive thoughts.

The Mighty Hunter has conquered a beetle.  Now I have to go hold his hand because he needs love, love me do and not yesterday.  I’ll get back to you when I’m back in the U.S. back in the U.S. back in the U.S.S.R.