August 9, 2011 scottcjones 16Comments

>If you know me, even a little, then you know that I’ve had my struggles with booze over the years. I never drank every day, or doctored my coffee with schnapps in the mornings, or kept a flask on my person. I never loitered in barrooms often enough to qualify as a barfly. That said, whenever I did drink–typically anywhere from two to five nights a week depending on the kind of week I was having–I always did so to an extreme, with a sense of great purpose. I always drank with the desire to arrive somewhere else, someplace far…