No More Treading Water
Booze and Xanax. Don’t try this at home.
The girl from the room in the cheap motel next to mine stayed with me to make sure I didn’t die. It fucked me all the way up. I took more than they suggested. By at least double. I was —
— handing me some clothes. I glanced around my room seeing they had cleaned up the drunken mess I had made. “Then get some food and coffee in you and then we can talk.”
I nodded. I didn’t know these people. But something in me had me trusting them. I had —
— let myself go too far.
And I was drowning.
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It had been too long I suppose since I drank with company. Drinking alone, I'm told, is alcoholic behavior. So I pull my car into the Teller-Marrow lot. I couldn't join the club, but I always had an open invitation to drink —
— crumbled the note and tucked in in my pocket. I guess I shouldn't expect much more from someone I just met last night. I hoped like hell she knew what the fuck she was doing.
I slid back in the driver's seat and pull my car out of the lot. I could turn —