Famous last words from any and every drunk. How we hope, dream, for the next one to give us, to fill the hole in our heart, of that which we grieve. Any serious drinker knows exactly what I’m talking about.
Tragically, the next one never brings us the “liquid nirvana” that we hope for. Instead, we suffer the hangover tomorrow…and then reach for the very same bottle to relieve our misery.
And so the clock ticks….