"Click Me Sober, Click Me Drunk"

 (Surimi): These are nerve endings. Jim's nerve endings. Short-circuited synapses in his brain. And now, in sobriety, years of his stuffed emotions are surely and slowly unraveling, unraveling.

   He can survive this. He must survive this. Or? Or he will pick up a drink. Adapt or die.

   Dysfunctional life, malfunctioning brain. Dismal and dying. Ten thousand days of dying. People, places and things. Fifty thousand drinks are gone and today is today is today.

    He seems to know that he cannot do this alone. Not this time. Not ever.

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 12)