Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.
No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.
To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead --somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who ...
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