This is the end of my “Escape From Memphis” Saga.

I am done.

Done with it.

Finished.

Caput

I am managing my disease.

Poorly.

But, I am still breathing.

Ran outta booze at zero-four this morning.

I shoulda planned ahead.

Today was Sunday.

No relief until Noon.

(Texas!)

What to do?

Pace back and forth in my little Habi-Trail.

Like some kind of fucking Hamster.

Did that.

Shook until five minutes before noon.

Drove to the beer store.

Got my meds.

All is good now.