When I arrive home, I hit the liquor cupboard. Hard.

It took years to stock up, only seconds to empty.

Then Riley came.

And then a few other people, but by that point I didn't care. I was too drunk.

I allowed them to use my black hole for a place to crash for the night.

The next day I rushed to work. With a raging headache, and it continued for days.

And the alcohol abuse.