Alcohol. That sweetest of fucking bitches. I think of my lips around that Bombay sapphire like your lips around my pussy, theres a need that would kill me. I’ve kept this up for almost a year now, this sober charade. Because as any true addict knows it’s always a fucking charade. Sobriety. Years ago I quit cocaine, and pills. I left it all behind for a better life. Successfully. But everything I do everyday, not a day goes by that I don’t think about it. I look up at the star