Alcohol is a very patient drug. It will wait for the alcoholic to pick it up...
My second marriage had a lot to do with alcohol.
I'd never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room.
I've always had bronchitis. I've been administered the Sacrament of Death...
I can choose to accelerate my disease to an alcoholic death or incurable...
There is certain relief in change even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach that it is often a comfort to shift one's position and be bruised in a new place.
