My sophomore year at BC, I was in the middle of my two-year long struggle with drinking. I also was still adjusting to post-cancer life and all of the BC ladies that I encountered. Poetry was the best way I could express myself when I dealt with cancer, drinking, and women. It usually ended with me either hearing or reading something like this:


Today is Superbowl Sunday. On Superbowl Sunday my sophomore year in college, I was at McLean's trying to get help for my drinking and emotional issues. When I was there, I was telling one of the doctors about my struggles with cancer, drinking, and women. I will never forget his response: "Well, that definitely sounds like a recipe that will put you in a place like this."
I'm glad to say that I've gotten over the drinking and rejections, and will be watching the Superbowl with friends at a home instead of hospital. Still doing my best to fight cancer...
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