l awake. It's Friday, late summer. I automatically reach for my jug. There is about an inch left in the fifth of white port. I didn't forget the hair of the dog, and what a …
February 9, 1989
l awake. It's Friday, late summer. I automatically reach for my jug. There is about an inch left in the fifth of white port. I didn't forget the hair of the dog, and what a …