Decided to take a night off from sobriety. Still got it. 8 pints. Boom. Fuck sobriety. Every night I'm awakened by the sound of Byron screaming, "Daddy, help me!"
I want to scream. I want to cry. But I can't. I just sit there and sweat. I grab my bottle of scotch, take a few swigs, and pass out again. I detested my ex-wife for being an alcoholic and now I am one.
