Drinking Interlude

It was about December or January that I began drinking a lot. The Terror would seize me on awakening, usually btween three and five A.M. My relations with alcohol had until then been respectful but distant. It took an awful lot of liquor to get me drunk, and I rarely had the patience to sit through what might be termed a "drinking bout". I'd awaken early, as I said, feeling terrible. The only easily available remedy was drink, and lots of it. I'd work through half a tumbler full of brandy and the pour myself another one. Two or three of those provided a defense against The Terror and sent me back to sleep for the entire morning.

Then Dr. Director intervened, probably in March or April, sentencing me to not drink at all. I could do this, my drinking career being short. And I did it. My wife feeds me a beer now and then. But it's okay. And it has the advantage of prompting The Terror to show up better, not get as fuzzy as it usually does.