By J. F. Callahan
Charlie passed out the first time at 14 after guzzling consecrated wine in the sacristy.
At 37, 90 days in jail for his 27th public drunk charge was followed by a probationary stint in CRASH, a prison masquerading as a recovery home. Under the vigilant eyes of disciplinarians there, he managed to stay sober for six months.
Discharged, he lied to the temp agency about his drinking; otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent him to Helsmann Brewing Company as a night watchman.
One morning, the day shift found him floating face up in a vat. The employees all swore Charlie was smiling.
Those who live by the bottle die in the vat. Humorous story with moral. Liked it.
Oh if were only so Charlie… Nice piece of work.