When I was in high school before I started my drinking career I worked at Publix (grocery store) as a cashier. There was this one guy who came in every afternoon on his bike and bought a hand full of groceries and 2 large Fosters. He always wanted the groceries on a separate check from the beers. One day being insensative and a dumb teenager I asked him why he kept them separate and he said "I don't want my wife to see the beers on the receipt." It's not until now that I have a insight into his life and many others I encounter during daily life. Like the guy waiting for the bus at 7 in the morning throwing up on the sidewalk. The guy waiting on the park bench outside the liquer store waiting for 9am. Or the lonely flask of vodka I see thrown on the side of the road as I ride my bike. Each tell tale signs of a life gone astray. Do these people know other alcoholics look on with sadness as I do. Did anyone see me and feel the same.
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