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Pirms 20 gadiem vakar rakstu šādi:

"Augusts 6., 2006

13:05
beigās visi domā, ka es domāju tieši par viņu.
bija labi. tur bija labi, un tur arī bija labi.
gan tur, kur indīgas ogas pie mikrofona, gan tur, kur uz melnās grīdas izkaisītas rozes un pie sienām eņģeļi.
galvā zvārgulētāji, viena plate tiek nomainīta ar nākamo. un tā ik pa laikam.
sāļais vējš matos iesējies, izmazgāt žēl.
tikai žēl, ka ar netīriem matiem var sasmērēt debesis.
es nedomāju par tevi, arī par tevi nē. esmu miegā"

'She said, “You are going to quit.” That was worth a lot even though I did not believe it. Then she told me that these two drunks she had been talking to had a plan whereby they thought they could quit drinking, and part of that plan was that they tell it to another drunk. This was going to help them to stay sober. All the other people who had talked to me wanted to help me, and my pride prevented me from listening to them and caused only resentment on my part, but I felt as if I would be a real stinker if I did not listen to a couple of fellows for a short time, if that would cure them. My wife also told me that I could not pay them even if I wanted to and had the money, which I did not.'

'To be doomed to an alcoholic death or to live on a spiritual basis are not always easy alternatives to face.'