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“I don't want to grow old gracefully I don't want to go 'til it's too late I'll be some old man in the road somewhere Kneeling down in the dust by the side of the Interstate” ~Warren Zevon, musician, died 2003, sober 18 years. I just told someone that I often ask, “What did I do to deserve this?” when I stand in awe of the blessings in this old drunken junkie’s life. Then, I quickly say my prayer of gratitude that I didn’t get what I deserved. I believe in miracles, and I believe in gifts, and I believe in the 12th step. If I want to keep it, I must give it away. These poems and pieces are my debt of gratitude. I humbly offer them so that others might say, yes, I felt that way, or I’ve been there, too. I'm just one addict/alcoholic reaching out for another. Sugah lives in Groundhog Territory with her four children, her wonderful, sober husband, The memory of Rosie the dog, and seven cats… The peacocks only come to visit. |