There’s something reassuring and familiar and — get this — liberating — in a hangover.
That’s the way I used to feel.
Sometimes, even a decade and a half later, waking up sluggish (musta fell asleep with my face in the pillow again) I’ll grasp my coffee mug with the sort of grimly firm grip of someone who thinks the still liquid morning might somehow melt through his fingers and end up a puddle on the kitchen floor.
A hangover, I found, was a great excuse. Not for bosses, maybe. And not always for girlfriends.
But when you stumbled out of bed, carefully putting one foot flatly in front of the other in that gravity-must-be-crazy-today walk of the seasoned, habitual drunk… you knew you were doing the best you could… just stumbling into the blinding morning light.
I miss that kind of certainty…
Angel in the Bottle
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
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lyrics
Angel in the Bottle
There’s an angel
in the bottle
but the devil’s still alive
inside of me
I’m sitting
here in limbo
got my whole life
in back of me
Baby I thought
I’d be the one to save you
but I never dreamed
I couldn’t even save myself
Well there’s one thing
that by now is plain
through these forty years
of life death and change
There’s something broken
down inside of me
deep down inside you see
I’ve got this pain
Baby I thought
I’d be the one to save you
but I never dreamed
I couldn’t even save myself
There’s an angel
in the bottle
but the devil’s still alive
inside of me
(C)1990, 2005, TK Major
