"Accomplice to Murder?"

(Surimi): I think you're right, Sotto. I think Jim does feel an indefinable sense of guilt. He did not witness the murder, but he knows he could have, given his blackout history.

   And, in a certain sense, he is both the murdered and the murderer, the victim and the perpetrator. Death of self, with the weapon, alcohol.

    Alcohol is his poison, his potion, his perpetrator. His problem.

    Tumbleweed blows down an empty street.


    Now, what is left?

    Angel Dust. Angel weed. PCP .

    Tumble. Mumble. Dead. 
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day, 53)