Last Night I Had A Whale Of A Time!

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“The whales! The fucking whales!

I don’t see no whales.
Stop your screaming!

I run outside, screaming.
The fucking whales!

No memory of last night’s tirade.
None.

God, or someone like him,
keeps sending me messages…
stop drinking.
The latest and greatest
arrived this morning,
right here on Medium.

Been thinking about it.
Been reading about it.
My bones hurt,
calcium leaching away…
pissing it out, I guess.

I’m still worried about the whales.
But today, this morning,
I pledged to my wife that I will
Stop Drinking!

I can do this.

Yes, I will do this.

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