Everything feels so... warm, the burn of alcohol in your throat feels so nice. Why did you ever try and stay sober? Why put yourself through that struggle when you're only going to relapse?

Sure, the guilt in the morning will be unbearable. It'll claw at you-knowing you've ruined everything but...

A little more wouldn't hurt... right?

"Hey, hey, it's okay... stay awake for me alright?"

So incredibly intoxicated... you didn't even hear him come in and find you...

Like this...