Many years ago I had the misfortune to become friends with a fairweather alcoholic, her son, and - briefly - the alcoholic's lover. What resulted was a three month quandry of confusion, lies, tall tales, misdirection, hour long friendships, anger, and a brief forray into a drug culture shared between the three that left me scratching my head. Did I mention alcohol? Yeah, there was alcohol there, too.
So, this is the non-authorized readings of A.:
And her son S.:
And his father G.:
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