I quit drinking for a spell, but have eased my way back into it over the last few weeks. I don't know why, it's not like sobriety was terrible. I suppose I just couldn't handle being sober ALL the time. I'm looking at buying a new mattress, so I can sleep more comfortably. While that sounds perfectly reasonable on its face, that's only part of my logic. You see, if I can sleep more comfortably, it follows that I can sleep longer. Because every minute that I'm not awake, is a minute that I don't have to spend dealing with life.
Some years ago, one of our brothers up and left his family, his job, everything. Without so much as a word he vanished into the wilderness. To this day I don't know what's become of him or whether he's still among the living. We all thought that something in him must've snapped, that he was crazy to leave everything and everyone behind. But as the years drag on, and the expenses and the disappointments pile up, I wonder if maybe he was the sanest one of all?