drunk on life
After a day in a Dominican hospital celebrating my Godson’s birth, I stopped for a mojito on my way home. That was on Oct 29th, 2019.
I never take photos of my drink, but it was a special occasion. Little did I know it was to be my last drink.
I returned to Florida in November 2019, not knowing I would begin the most challenging year of my life. Health, heart, and mortality consumed my thoughts the past twelve months.
Afraid of death, I totally stopped living.
Until this current vacation.
Apologies for my absence. I will be returning to blogging this week.
My last seven weeks have been filled with the hypnotic island music, sandy white beaches, and so many beautiful women.
Feeling healthy and happy.
I haven’t had a single drink, but I have been drunk on life…..
The Lonely Author 