Back in the very early 1980’s, although I didn’t realize it at the time, I was approaching the end of 25 years of a lot of intoxication. 
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More and more of my feelings were finding their way into consciousness, sometimes disguised, 
sometimes not. 
Bar life 
hadn’t changed but I had. The clown in front of the tequila, weed in the wallet, mouth filled with clever bar talk, had morphed into a character where he was once a participant. Even more disturbing, an ever-growing part of me had found a way to stand away from the bar, observe and even make remarks about my nightly performances in this land of I’d-rather-be-elsewhere-believe-me. Sometimes it was cute. 
Sometimes it was worse. 
But time is cool, especially when you can be patient and curious. By the mid-’80’s it was all different again.
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