I'm just starting to write a series of essays on my alcoholic adventures. The first one posted this week over at the Weeklings. I hope you dig it.
Would you read a book filled with these little bullets of memoir? Thing is, it wouldn't just be war stories. That gets boring after a bit. It would be war stories leading to a bottom leading to getting clean leading to... what... happiness?
Can you imagine happiness?
Anyway, here's the essay. Thanks to Antonia Crane for asking me to write this.
I hope you can absolutely imagine happiness,
Josh
