Tom Williams

In Uncategorized on July 5, 2012 at 2:50 pm

Broken Piano for President

Today’s Drinking Story:

Here we find Tom Williams sinking lower than he’d ever imagined during a drunken visit to his birthplace.

I fell in a hole.

Not a figurative hole. Not a spiritual hole. Not a pothole or chuckhole or gopher hole. A damp, dark opening in the ground, deep enough for me, at six foot four, to be in over my head, wide enough to stand in the center and barely scrape the sides with my fingertips outstretched.

How did I get there?

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