Recovery: Irony

I was reflecting on a thought I had while I took my quick morning stroll:
The bottle that erases the hell, is the hell.
That’s irony for you.
I was reflecting on a thought I had while I took my quick morning stroll:
The bottle that erases the hell, is the hell.
That’s irony for you.
Having grown up around those dependant on said hell, that is an accurate way to describe it.