The Illness

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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The Illness I was driving home had been to the shop and bought two bottles of beer, thinking of the scourge of alcoholism that had befallen my clan. My grandfather lost business and his bakery because of it (back then it was weak character)two of his children of four had the illness, mother was one of them. I was a fall down drunk too, but I left the country and anything associated with the past, as they say, lived happily ever after I like my glass of wine, and a few beers, it would be sad I couldn`t enjoy this extra it lends colour to my timeworn age. I sometimes think I`m a disciplined drunk, never Drink before 8 at night, not a lot, not too little just enough to deflect the dimming of the light.

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