Even though everything was crazy and a week before Christmas I realized that I had to go on an alcoholic furlough and the only way I know how to do that is to start a blog and make a big deal and write about it via every day.
Kyle cascaded north to Wisconsin for the holiday. What was tentatively scheduled to be a week long drinking fete was multiplied by three. When he came back from Milwaukee tattered and emotionally bruised. On New Years Eve he was robbed while going to a bar. There was a lavender welt slit atop his forehead from where the assailant hit him with a gun. When the greyhound in back to Peoria the bus driver wouldn’t allow him access because he reeked of booze.