Tonight a man came in to the meeting drunk. Afterwards he wouldn’t leave and I think eventually they had to call the police. I hate to admit this, because it is mad. But when I see people drunk, even in that state, even behaving horribly, even knowing that they will wake up full of regret, I want to be drunk. I spoke to someone online today and she said it makes her feel sick, knowing how easily that could be her. And I can understand that, really. But just now, just these moments, I want to feel that madness.
Afterwards, I sat with a friend and had chips by the canal. That’s not very relevant but I think it should be in there as something nice to say.