It was seven years before I realised I was an alcoholic. You’d think you’d guess before that amount of time had passed – have a notion, at least.
I’m leaving my flat when I come across an evidently alcoholic, stooped, iron-haired man, propping himself up for dear life against a wooden stake embedded in the flowerbed at the back of the buildin
Mr Johnson sits on the train home and reads his paper. "Young father stabbed to death by youths reads the headline. Mr Johnson does not blink.
Listen. We all profess to be innocents and yet, without a second thought, accuse the whole remainder of the human race. .