I wokeup that morning feeling nothing but as normal as can be. Cooked breakfast for my swing shift from 5:30pm to 4:00am and made some food for lunch. Josh called the apartment around 5 and told me that Jeff Workman hung himself in the wetlands we used to play in as kids. After dry heaving for a few minutes I sobered up a bit and called back.

The next few days I spent between a series of dive bars, local spots and my personal bar which increased 300 percent over the days. Somewhere beteen the merlot, jameson and the bullshit I realised in part what I was doing.

Innebriation, the step that makes it all go away for the moment. That moment lasts only lasts as long as that tab will stretch.

Will be finished tomorrow..