Hemmingway and Me

I fancy myself a writer. I was pretty good until I quit drinking. Something about mind altering substances that can't be overcome by imagination. It seems all the great writers have been heavy drinkers. Hemmingway's bawdy life was legendary. Minus the writing success, I was hanging right with my idol. I was pretty good (at drinking) but the negative effect on my family made my expertise counter productive.

I'm old now. I still enjoy writing, keeping a record of my thoughts and ideas, but the ambition to produce a novel is much less intense. It's sad. I feel as if life passed me by. There have been many opportunities. Adventures and explorations should be recorded as they occur. The futile on again off again effort to document my Vietnam experiences was lost when a hard disc crashed. My interest and enthusiasm crashed with it. The passion of my youth is no longer there. I miss the bravado of liquid courage. My attitude has turned to "Who cares?" I need a drink.

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