The Other Life

After my golf addiction was under control, the next addiction became writing. I’d be lying on my back on the greasy tiles of some greasy kitchen, and I’d be reaching into some onion flavored reach-in cooler trying to replace some sharp, metal part and not being able to start the screw because the space was too tight, so I’d be lying there and reaching in and cutting my hand and bleeding all over the inside of the cooler and swearing

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