In that alcoholic world, one drink always leads to another
and you can’t stop till you’re paralyzed. And the next
morning it begins all over again. You eventually land in a
hospital or jail. You lose your job. Your home is broken up.
You’re always in a mess. You’re on the merry-go-round
and you can’t get off. You’re in a squirrel cage and you
can’t get out. Am I convinced that the alcoholic world is
not a pleasant place for me to live in?