Present Day
Haze dropped another pint in front of me, joining the growing ranks of empties. He was wise enough to keep moving. He knew when a man needed to be left alone.
The alcohol barely buffering the swarm of memories that were not my own fighting for attention. I was not feeling any guilt for this drinking session, I had earned it. I felt in the depths of my soul that if I tried to fight it right now I would shatter. I also knew that come tomorrow I would be able to scrape myself together and start making good on……