The Unbearable Horniness of Getting Sober
You are one year sober. You’ve fled everything you know—Manhattan in a pandemic—for a remote farmhouse your friends own on the outskirts of a 2,000-person town. The past year was a bleak, mushy blur. Now: You have a job (bartending; we can’t get into this here, it’s not the point, but suffice it to say you manage to…