she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't feelalone.

When I was a boy, I naively thought that this thing called happiness would be something I would wake up to find every day once I could smoke, drink and fornicate.

the grace is being able to like rock music,symphony music, jazz _anything that contains the original energy ofjoy.

It is sad that people need alcohol to make them happy.

This self-confident generation has produced more alcoholics, more drug addicts, more criminals, more wars, more broken homes, more assaults, more embezzlements, more murders, and more suicides . . .it is time all of us . . . begin to take stock of our failures, blunders, and costly mistakes. It is about time that we place less confidence in ourselves and more trust and faith in God.

Among young people . . . drinking is for getting drunk. And many go on to become alcoholics.