“…Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair.” Page 151 — Many, many…

“…Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair.” Page 151 — Many, many times. I’d wake, frightened by my state of foggy hangover. I’d wonder with apprehensive confusion how I’d gotten home the night before. I’d be angry at myself for overshooting the mark, yet again, after being absolutely determined to have only two or three drinks. Had I really stayed till last call? Again? How could I possibly succeed at the business of living while being so out of control? The Four Horsemen had me. And King Alcohol.

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