Riding the Elephant

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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The following year, 2009, I actually sang ”Sweet Caroline” along with Neil Diamond on stage—he put his hand on my shoulder! ”Reachin' out. . . touchin' me. . . touchin' you . . .,” which means, no matter what you may achieve in your life, I'll always be that little bit more awesome than you.

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The problem with trying to hide active alcoholism from someone you live with is one of balance. You have to drink because you're an alcoholic, but you don't want to appear too drunk because then the poor unfortunate that is supposedly in a relationship with you might insist on you getting help. That's the last fucking thing you want because every drinking alcoholic knows ”getting help” means stopping drinking, and that is unthinkable. Keeping your shit together is a tightrope act and is only halfway possible with luck, good timing, and cocaine. Even then it doesn't always work.

Let's be honest, it hardly ever works.

It never works.

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