Don't be jealous, darlin', I'll be back soon
day 5 without alcohol, and I can't seem to stop twitchin' and tremoring, and I don't know what the fuck it's from 'cos the physical withdrawals should be over from my last binge.
oh that sorrow, old friends do that to you some times...
I found out something interesting about one of my favourite poet's (Edgar Allan Poe)... He didn't become a "hard-core" alcoholic until he moved to Baltimore in 1932, and then died from Delirium Tremens in a Baltimore City hospital in Oct. 1949.