Tuesday, 10 April 2018
quote [ The first time I told the story of my drinking, I sat among other drinkers who no longer drank. Ours was a familiar scene: circled folding chairs, foam cups of coffee gone lukewarm, phone numbers exchanged. Before the meeting, I imagined what might happen after it was done: People would compliment my story or the way I’d told it, and I’d demur, Well, I’m a writer, shrugging, trying not to make too big a deal out of it. I practiced with notecards beforehand. ]
I see some validity to this.
The bulk of my writing over the past 13 years has been greatly influenced by my experences with drugs (primarily hallucinogens). I am drinking at a bar right now, actually. I went up and spoke about randomness and chaos for their weekly open mic, finished with a poem I co-wrote this past weekend with a random word generator. I am too inebriated to think of any great sober literature I have read. Only sober person I know of who I find inspiring is Penn Jillette.
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