(Sotto): He is an eternal distraction. He’s not fooling me for a second, Vatchi. Behind what he is saying, I think he’s still reaching for a drink. The way he hesitates. Between sentences. Between words. Maybe he doesn't know what else to reach for, Vatchi. I could be wrong, but I think he wants a drink right now. But I'm not wrong about this, Vatchi. Jim irritates me, with a capital 'I'.
There was nothing, it seemed, that a drink couldn't fix. The alcohol numbed other options. Options became secondary to the clink of ice in a glass. Life was a pain I could not feel. My denial was a pain that was not felt. Alcohol numbed that.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 3)
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