“You won’t believe what happens in your life when you get sober.”
On the cool, sea foam green tiles your body lay broken, shaking violently, freezing cold, a marine layer of toxic slime seeping from your pores. You couldn’t stop vomiting. The sun was setting, it was around five pm, and you wondered if this would be your last day. You kind of hoped it might be. That’s when you heard the disembodied voice of a man. He said just that one thing. This was most assuredly not in your head, but outside of you, from above, as if someone stood over you looking down. You’ll never forget it. Though you attempted to, these words clung to your psyche like a Deer Tick.
You tried to shake it. You tried to burn it off. You tried to out-run, out-fuck and out-drink it. You had no intention of heeding the call, couldn’t see past your pain, past your past, the future was jet black emptiness and you were good with that. You were done. You wanted to die so you did, or maybe it was just the part of you that ne…
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