Last Night, the Guest Speaker confessed that he'd killed a Some One. I didn't want to know any details, they were supplied nonetheless. AA Meetings sometimes will RIP your Heart from your chest. Last night I saw my Heart before me, in the hands of That Drunken Assassin.
"Listen, can you hear it ?"
I waited to hear Penitent Contrition. Nothing.
He spoke of how many cars he'd wrecked. How many times he'd "served" time.
As soon as he was released, he began drinking once more.
Not once
Twice
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