I Am Not An Alcoholic

But mother, I am always fine and yes, I did receive the wine your package came on Monday night the gift was wonderful, just right. You asked re spirits and my health and whether I am gaining wealth. The latter has been quite elusive the former always is inclusive. You see those spirits keep me well as any doctor sure could tell he is a loser who assumes that man should live without the fumes of what those little tiny beasts called ethanol-producing yeasts with diligence in many hours create, to make me smell the flowers. I know that you and Dad are crazy retired, ignorant and lazy. You disapprove of me, your girl your once adored and pretty pearl. My boss is from the same old block a stuffy, stoic, dimwit cock. He could not see the worth of me called me a constant absentée. The cops who took my car away just wanted me to pay and pay their fines and even for the towing the judge himself was so all-knowing. My landlord cannot wait a week for rent, the future there looks bleak. It's not my fault though, mother dear and don't believe what you may hear. I'm ill and drinking is my lot my mind directs and I am not at leisure to curtail the booze, it isn't something that I choose. The gods have given me the genes that had me drinking in my teens. And now, at thirty it is you who sends me purple vineyard brew? ! How can I get my life in order when brain cells call, like a recorder to feed them quickly firewater? I'm asking you! Your loving daughter.