I got drunk in the hotel room and considered leaving several times. I actually decided to leave but by that point I was too drunk to drive. So I spent a few days in the hotel. My mother didn’t know I was coming, I could leave at any moment, and she would be none the wiser. I drank coffee and wrote in the mornings and afternoons, and then drank bourbon and wrote in the evenings and nights. I wrote to find the answer but drank to avoid it, and they fed off one another like a snake eating its own tail...
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