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"I was dying even as I was being born."
—Joy Harjo
> newsworthy | romance
Contentment eluded me during my years in the media industry as my alcoholism worsened.
While living and working in San Francisco, I was surrounded by journalists and editors and documentary filmmakers and academics who’d gone to UC Berkeley or Columbia in New York or Stanford University. 📚👨🏻🎓
- Having grown up in Oklahoma, I felt un-smart by comparison. I thought people perceived me as a hayseed from flyover country.
So I worked irresponsibly late at the office to prove myself and feel like I belonged.
A girlfriend once dumped me late at night by calling my desk phone. There was no other way to contact me at the time, and she knew I’d be there. She dumped me because I was always there.
I’d often go straight to the bar from the office. I relished drinking alone in bars with a book and notebook and highlighter. I loved bars that were unglamorous and no frills.
My favorite in San Francisco was called simply Bar Bar.
Drinking like my favorite writers and journalists was my nirvana and my romance.
- next time Chapter end
- listening Kitty Wells "It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels"
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