Every time I think I'm going to be able to stop drinking, he has one of his screaming, spitting, foaming-at-the-mouth fis about something, anything, and I realize once again that I can not live here with h without being anesthesized.
Every time I think I'm going to be able to stop drinking, he has one of his screaming, spitting, foaming-at-the-mouth fis about something, anything, and I realize once again that I can not live here with h without being anesthesized.
