“We cry about we are we sober and why the world is so much more difficult.”
Well, not all the time, but recently it had become increasingly harder to keep his wits about him. He was thankful that Trucy had gotten rid of all those empty flasks.
“Thanks for the advice, though. I’ll remember it.”
“Filed under: reasons I’m still on the wagon."
He had vague memories of trying to become sober, trying to fight an uphill battle, knowing for well that he couldn’t give up.. Despite it all, he was still depressed. Alcohol wasn’t a cure for what he had, only a pacifier.