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8:39 a.m. - Into the depths I went, some truth stuck. I thought about my brother Bob, not a drunk but a good drinker nonetheless. Most weekends you can find him surrounded by loud music, joyful rowdy friends sitting round his bar telling stories sharing food, enjoying company. What am I doing? What I've conditioned myself to do, be dignified, be respectful, be quiet, be good. Adnauseum! What would I rather be doing? We'll not boozing...migraine thing...not rowdy. Per say. But laughing, dancing, moving, loving life, being with people who love to share more than the superficial, who dream and really live.
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