Just put a little buzz on, it'll be fun, it said.
I woke up at about 10:30 pm after drinking most of the day and passing out at about 6. Everyone else had gone to bed. I remembered arguing about handing over my keys. I remembered telling my daughter to mind her own business, I was fine. The house was quiet. I had 9 beers left. I hated what I had done. I hated myself. I hated those beers. I cried, and drank them anyway.
Just put a little buzz on, it'll be fun, it said. Only the sickest sadist would call that fun. This was total misery.
The liar living in my head can never fool me again.