Discipline

by Chris Conroy

I drank too much again last night. It's safe to say another friend was lost because of this. I can't remember exactly how things unfolded but judging from the dried blood on the knuckles of my right hand and my swollen left eye, I'd say it was quite a show. A few more nights like that and I'll be completely alone. Friends and family will soon stop calling me. Then I'll be able to get some fucking work done.

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Chris Conroy, author of X, writes after breakfast and before lunch.