Anyone read that? The novel I mean. I did over the last two days and was pretty much surprised how much this resembles my own drinking career. Fear of the phone ringing, not picking it up, falling down stairs, waking up in a hospital ward. It’s pretty crazy since this was written in the 1930s and everything seemed a bit familiar nonetheless. But I guess that’s a no brainer. Alcohol didn’t change since then, people didn’t, theay just looked funnier. What’s a bit scary is that the author couldn’t seem to get it right and eventually killed himself.

Charles R. Jackson – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia