The best cure for a hangover was alcohol. Thats what Shane had always lived by. Eventually, though, he realized that was... maybe not the healthiest of decisions.

He sat now in the dark room, rubbing his face, as if that might rid of the stabbing behind his eyes. He was trying to get better with drinking. Last night was... a slip up. A slip up he didn't know how to explain or account for. He had been doing so good. And just like that-.... He was never going to get better, was he?

“I’m fucked,” he breathed.