1st line by Deirdre Sinnott
One night, hopelessly wasted, I tried to navigate the tangle of darkened sidewalks in Stuyvesant Town, a complex of almost 9,000 apartments that hugs Manhattan’s East Side, but instead of getting home, I found myself at the end of my drinking career.
Deirdre Sinnott splits her time between New York City and the Catskill Mountains. This is the first sentence of her memoir Drunk Dreams. More of her writing is available on her website www.DeirdreSinnott.com.
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