Leaving Las Vegas, Leaving For Good …

No, not me, but my Pop Matters colleague Aaron Knier frankly discusses how reading John O’Brien’s “Leaving Las Vegas” convinced him he had a battle with the bottle going on; the unresolved issue, however (which I chime in on in the comments), is the role of the enabler:

I took a train to New Orleans to visit the enabler, a bipolar alcoholic bartender—a match made in heaven.  We drank just about every moment we were conscious in a city that breeds and cultivates such behavior.  We took every pill we could find, and along the way, fell back into a sort of love.  After a few days, we went back to Tallahassee for another solid week of similar behavior.  When she finally went home, I thought I’d seen the bottom, but she’d only shown me a glimpse. 

Read Leaving Las Vegas and Leaving for Good.

2 Responses

  1. Thanks, I liked reading the personal essay and I left a comment there.

  2. Oh good. I’ll go have a look-see. Glad you enjoyed the essay.

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