Only if you know where to get a case of beer and some cigarettes.

[It’s the first time he hasn’t blamed it all on some bullshit flu. The truth is, he’s scared himself with how bad this has been. He didn’t realize how vitally he needed the toxic fuel that wound its way through his every routine. He’s spent the last few sleepless nights thinking that he’d kill a man, he’d convert to religion, he’d drink Purell, he’d huff glue, hell he’d shoot dope if it would give some relief from the all-consuming longing in every cell of his body. Every nerve shaking for a buzz.

The good news is that shame is nothing unfamiliar to him. That part at least is old hat.

Before she gets the right impression about what he’s saying, he tries to backtrack and probably makes it even more obvious.]

I really wasn’t drunk at that first...thing, with the group. I know it looked it.