my grandpa is dying.
he has almost completed his quest of drinking his pain away.
i have only seen him a handful of times, he never knew who i was, or for that matter, who anyone was.
i wonder what made him want to escape so. what was so horrible that caused him to drink away his memories, his family, his life.
i know another guy his name is j__. he doesnt drink, he works. hiding his pain through multiple tasks, making sure he is always to busy to deal with the demons hiding in his closet.
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what are we hiding from?
my grandfather hid his whole life from something, and know at the end of his life he is too far gone and far too drunk to even know what it was he was hiding from.
4:20 p.m. - 2002-06-17
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