Down with the Whiskey

Last night was interesting. All I could do was curse, maybe cry a little, and drink. I had a bottle of whiskey and it was going down like water. It was delicious and numbing. By the end of the bottle though, I was just getting more and more sad. I didn’t have any more alchohol to help me, so I broke the bottle. Pissed and crying I could think of anything to do. I took a long shard of glass and drug it across my skin. The blood flowed just like the whiskey. I was going down with the bottle this time.