son, this is killing you. give it up, it will never cure anything. prolonging everything, leaving you half insane. doc, i say, it’s not that way at all. Scotch Whiskey will ease my pain, your medicine is not quite the same……..

one more please, i promise, maybe tomorrow. thirsty as can be, feeling so merrily. absent cares, escaping reality….

right, i explain, exactly that. dwelling within the darkest hour. reaching for anything resembling sanity. heading into drunkenness, observing nothingness. hoping it’s complete nonsense….

they chamber their liquor well, she exclaimed. he smiles, orders another scotch with his beer. it’s the nature of the beast, to say the least…Cheers..