I suddenly wished more than anything that I was capable of flying; it would give me an excuse to get away, to run away. But how do you escape from the one thing that is impossible to escape from?
I couldn’t explain when I’d felt this disgusted with myself. I wanted something familiar so I’d gone to the one place I knew I would feel at home: the bar.
I know, I know. A bar is no place for an alcoholic, but the people who went there were friendly and I wasn’t alone. People there didn’t judge me because truth be told, they were the same as me. We were a bunch of misfits who didn’t fit into society and weren’t quite sure what we were doing with our lives.
If only we knew we were slowly poisoning ourselves. I needed a wake-up call.
And boy, did I get one!