It was my choice! I placed myself into the traps that were lying in wait for my arrival. Unfortunately, I did not choose to disassociate myself from the issues that were having there way with me. I put all the blame on the world, when all along we were coworkers in his fight for my inequality and the process of me not attaining a life for myself outside of the bottle. In life one tends to lay all the blame on the world and its wicked ideologies, which I agree whole heartedly, but when does self-destruction come into play? I say this for one reason. I do not recall the world holding a gun to my head and making me buy a pint of gin and then proceed to hold it hostage until I was done having my way with it, it was I, all by my lonesome. I pray for all those who are in need of help, may the Lord bless you with strength and the courage to endure, for substances of this world will not see you through. I pray that you heal the minds and bodies of those in need, and may your grace and mercy find us all. They may have set the stage, but “IT WAS MY CHOICE” to play the role of the town drunk, in their production, of my life.”
“Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.