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I fell off the wagon tonight. Not just the vegetarian wagon. I fell off THE WAGON. I found myself in the muddy tracks of the Oregon Trail, hiding between the sheets and moaning loud enough for my entire hall to hear. I had finally hit rock bottom.
My sister used to say that bottom was not a place to be. She's right. Bottom is a place to work from, to climb out of. One needs perspective to understand how bad it can be so that one appreciates how good it is.
My sister used to say that bottom was not a place to be. She's right. Bottom is a place to work from, to climb out of. One needs perspective to understand how bad it can be so that one appreciates how good it is.