Patrick was at another bar again. Another failed attempt at getting sober. He’d quit, he swore, this was the last time.

He was so drunk, the kind of drunk where your brain is foggy and you can’t really keep your thought straight.

This state of drunkenness had given him a kind of confidence he never had when he was sober; he’d been eyeing this person all night. Eventually he made his way across the room to confess his profound, undying love for this stranger he had never met.