My Last Drink; The Greatest Human Story Ever Written

My Last Drink; The Greatest Human Story Ever Written

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ...five minutes.. Others peddle collar buttons, shoe strings, combs, and although they sell an occasional article the goods are carried for a blind. If the house A man who follows the bright lights is always in the dark, Personal Liberty is organized hypocrisy. wife is not on guard and the front door unlocked, Mr. Peddler will pick up a clock, vase, piece of statuary, rug or anything that can be sold. Old bums and drunks are continually begging clothes. If they can't use them, to the secand-hand store they go, or to some ragged pal. I tried to quit drinking, but only for a day. But I was helpless and hopeless, and finally I found my way back to the barrel house district where many a poor drunken wretch, with a broken heart from repeated failures, had gone before me, and for months I lived there a homeless drunken vagabond, eking out a living by begging, borrowing, and passing worthless checks. There are hundreds of saloons in Chicago with a flaming sign over the door, "Workingmen's Exchange." Yes, it is an exchange, where a poor devil exchanges his brains and money for booze and misery. S Just for drink! 1 didn't want food. What does a drunken bum want with food? A crumb The man in the moon would not be a very profitable saloon customer. He gets full only once a month. or two of free lunch; it's as much as a man's stomach will hold--what I wanted was another drink, a little more alcohol on the fire. Then the next drink. I pursued it for years--growing weaker mentally, physically, always hoping for a mirage of soul's care. It is labor to pursue the next drink forever. But exhaustion is stupid and numb. I slept or rested but little--snatches here or there in a barrel house, or cheap saloons or...show more

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  • Paperback | 28 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123694870X
  • 9781236948700