PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
ON THE EDGE
I was always the loner, the social misfit, alone in the corner at parties. They said, “Have a drink. It’ll loosen you up.”
One didn’t, but 8 or 12 did. I felt witty, amusing, entertaining – accepted, until I reached the precipice.
“Did you hear what that drunken asshole said?”
I wasn’t addicted to alcohol, but to being part of ‘The Group.’ They didn’t accept me; they barely tolerated me, kept me as a Court Jester, an object of derision, to be laughed and jibed at.
Stubborn Scottish pride soon cured that. Now I carefully choose my friends, stone cold sober.
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