Sublime

I juggled friends and environments.

An alcoholic who is in the throes of addiction believes

When I don’t drink, I think about it.

absurdly smoky motsuyaki restaurants,

She ate one meal a day, at lunchtime—ham-and-cheese roll-ups drizzled with honey. Otherwise, she drank can after can of Diet Coke in the morning, and then about midafternoon she switched to mango margaritas, and the margaritas saw her out. She said this was pandemic behavior, but the only kitchen equipment she brought with her when she moved in was

that perfect place where I’m sufficiently buzzed yet not too drunk,

a pace that suits my sanity