Kevin Convery

A Bird Never Flew on One Wing | A bird never flew on one wing, a euphemism for ordering another drink, is a literal impossibility. Living with a substance abuse disorder while being employed as a bartender left me circling in a stasis asking the age old question, “Am I sad because I am drinking or am I drinking because I am sad?” I phoned my father to give him the news, “Sitting in the bar all day paid off. They offered me a job.” The following five years of perpetual nights I celebrated every birthday, holiday and milestone with a meter of wood and a wall of smoke between me and my loved ones. No matter good or bad there is always something to drink to. www.doorsareclosing.com