Biloxi, MS hasn't been good to me. Actually, I haven't been good to myself while being in this damn town.
Several months ago I somehow came here from the Pensacola area. I walked into a downtown bar and talked about alcohol suicide. Which was enough to land me in a Louisiana detox. I honestly don't remember anything between the bar and Zachary, LA. I was told about it after the fact.
When I graduated there from three months sober I came back here to Biloxi because I had nowhere else to go. I landed this apartment, Shelby and her man brought my stuff to me, and eventually I drank a bottle of hundred proof vodka and fell off my trike and broke my ankle.
Which landed me in another recovery joint here in Biloxi for a couple more months.
What a hell of a way to turn eighty years old.
But, I am sober, I have my teddy bear and despite being depressed as hell, I am glad to be alive.
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