WHENEVER I DRINK SHOTS OF VODKA, IT FEELS LIKE I AM BEING SHOT IN THE CHEST BY YOU. MY BODY HAS BECOME SO DEPENDANT ON THESE [BOTTLES] THAT I CANNOT GO A DAY WITHOUT MAKING MY VISION GO BLURRY. MAYBE – I THINK – MAYBE IF I DRINK, MY VISION WILL GO BLURRY ENOUGH SO I CAN SEE YOU STRAIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. MAYBE – I SAY – MAYBE IF I DRINK ENOUGH, IT'LL FILL UP THE HOLES YOU LEFT ME WITH AND LEAVE ME HALF FULL INSTEAD OF HALF EMPTY. MAYBE . . . MAYBE . . .

maybe if i drink enough, you'll come back to me and remind me of why i didn't need to drink in the first place.