Who would’ve thought! Just as I was about to head out to meet Dee at the spa- she was just about to knock on the door.

“Ayyy, baby!” I pulled her in for a quick hug. “I missed you, ya know that?” She giggled.

“I missed you too, honey.” I pulled back and her smile shrank a little. “You’ve been drinking, haven't you?” I just shrugged in response.

“Eh, a little bit. It’s no big deal.” She cocked an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. “Look, I’m not hammered, I’m just a little buzzed. Nothing wrong with that, given the circumstances. Plus… we’re on vacation!” I put a wing around her side.

“Ohh… whatever. You do look better than you have in a while… mentally, at least.” she shook her head.

"That's the spirit!"

We made our way through the town- I was feeling loose and I had a pep in my step. My robe was flowing in the breeze and the spirits flowed through my bloodstream. I had a cigarette in my mouth as I walked, and I was humming a tune I heard a long time ago in some Italian restaurant.

Of course, when we arrived, I stopped to take a good pull from my bottle.

We were greeted by one of the spa ponies- Lotus, I believe her name was. She spoke in a Swedish accent that honestly baffled me.

Like, ponies have been speaking the same language for 1000s of years, presumably. Why some of them have such thick accents, I’ll never know.

But that didn’t matter. We paid for the full treatment, and Lotus led my beloved and I into a sauna room. I couldn’t help but sigh in content as I leaned against the backboard.

“You mind giving us a few minutes alone? We’ll knock on the door when we’re ready to move on.” Dee said, and Lotus nodded with a warm smile. I took the liberty of pouring a ladleful of water onto the hot coals.

“Man, how long’s it been since we did this?” I asked, and she giggled.

“Too long, that’s for sure.” she glanced off to the side- “How… How did it go last night?” I just shrugged.

“It went well enough, I suppose. I admit- I do feel a lot better.” I said as I took a sip of whiskey, throwing it back into my pocket. “It really helped, I think. How about you?”

“That’s good, I suppose. As for me… I was just getting caught up, really. Not much has changed around here, though.”

I chuckled and said, “Did you really expect it to? I mean, come oooon!” I waved a dismissive hand. “Although I did hear- apparently they brought Starswirl out of some… some weird time limbo bullshit?”

“I do remember reading that in a newspaper a good bit ago.” She snorted, “Do you think that old geezer might know something about that louse?”

I clicked my tongue and shrugged. “I don’t think it’s likely. That temple was from pre-migration days… Could be worth a try, though.” I’ll get around to it.

Until then, I was just fine where I was- sitting in a sauna with the love of my life and sipping whiskey from a bottle.

We were soon moved to a room where we were both laid down on comfortable massaging tables. I was on my belly, using pillows for support under my arms. I corked my bottle and set it off to the side for now. They used a brush to apply a facial mask and put cucumber slices over my eyes. I imagine that Dee went through about the same treatment.

They began using a file to sharpen my talons while Dee was getting her hooves done.

“So… where are you thinking we have the wedding?” I asked, pointing to where I was… pretty sure Dee was.

“We’re gonna have it at Moonside Lake, of course!”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“That sounds fantastic, honey. You know- it just occurred to me. What’s that lake actually called?” I just started calling it Moonside Lake one day and it just kinda stuck. After a few seconds of silence, she said-

“You know, I have no idea… I guess it doesn’t matter, now does it?”

“I’ll drink to that.” I heard her snort.

“I really wish you wouldn’t.”

I chose to ignore that comment.

Eventually, however, they started massaging my back- and I decided to keep my beak shut, lest I moan in pleasure. Shit was nice.

My spine almost sounded like bubble wrap for a second there.

But alas- all good things must come to an end eventually. But hey- I was pretty drunk so it wasn’t so bad.

Dee and I were just out on the town, and I turned to say- “You know something? I feel better than I have in fuckin’ ages.” I’m pretty sure if I looked in the mirror, I’d be wearing a stupid grin. I was almost through my pint and was approaching a proper stupor.

Perfect for falling asleep.

I was leaning against Dee’s side on the way back to the house- my house, that is. Originally, we were gonna stay at her place, but all my liquor is at my place. I just made up some bullshit about wanting to be closer to Mamma- which wasn’t technically a lie.

“You- you wanna know somethin?” I asked her, “You’re fuckin… you’re fuckin gorgeous, you know tha’?” She giggled in response. “I mean, fuck… I love you, babe.” I nuzzled her side…

Then promptly tripped and fell on my face.

“You alright, babe?” She asked as I got back up, rubbing my beak.

“Yeah, I’m good. Did I scuff my beak? I just got this fuckin thing polished.” She squinted for a moment then shrugged.

“Looks fine to me.” I smiled.

“Anyways, where was… Like, listen- you mean tha world to me, you know?” I put my wing around her back. “Like, if you wanted to- I dunno, rule the planet or something, I’d help you do it in a HEARTBEAT.” She just snorted in response.

“Would you, I dunno… quit drinking for me?” I just laughed.

“Now let’s not be unrealistic now.” If I was sober, I probably would’ve noticed the sad look in her eyes.

Hindsight is always 20/20.

---

The next week was pretty much that same cycle of boozing throughout the day and passing the fuck out at night.

I did find a good use for my tongue, though. This morning I woke up and remembered I had a bottle of booze which rolled under my bed. With that same wet Swish! noise, my tongue was poking and prodding the underside of my bed in order to fetch me my liquor.

“Babe… What the actual fuck are you doing?” Dee asked, but I was too focused on my goal- Then I heard a glass clink. Bingo!

I was able to wrap my tongue around the nose of the bottle and bring it up to where I could reach it- all without even having to get up! I slurped the tongue back up and laughed like a madwoman.

“Shit, maybe this thing ain’t so bad after all?” I was about to have a snap of liquor when Dee grabbed my arm.

“Leona, please! You’ve been drinking like a fish ever since you got that stupid parasite!” She had a hint of desperation in her voice and I couldn’t help but feel annoyed. What does it matter to her what I do with my body?

“Well… well so what if I like to have a little drink from time to time? Not like it’s hurting you.” I was about to take a pull of liquor when she yanked my arm down.

“Baby, please!” She looked me in the eyes, and I once again couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance. “Just… can’t it at least wait until night?”

I scoffed and was about to speak up when she added, “If not for your sake, then for my sake! Please!” I looked at her. Then back to the bottle. Then back to her. “All I ask is you stop drinking during the day!” Finally, I caved.

“Fine. Fine- I won’t drink during the day anymore.” I gave her a weary smile. “If it’ll make you happy, then I’ll do it for you.” She gave me a wide smile then pulled me in for a hug. Why is she so concerned about my life?

And so- we spent the day together.

Our first stop was at Rarity’s- we had to make sure our dresses fit well, and make any final adjustments. We’d gotten measured earlier in the week, but admittedly, I was so drunk I can’t even remember it.

“Hello, Miss Rarity!” My darling wife said- she sounded so cheery I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Why hello, Miss Tiara! Or shall I say- Mrs. Grimfeather?” She gave a giggle and my darling blushed lightly.

“We ain’t at that point, yet.” I interjected bluntly, pulling Dee in for a wing hug from the side. “It’s coming soon, though. It’s in like… two weeks?” I asked, and my darling nodded in confirmation.

“Well, let us not delay anymore! Leona, darling, would you like to go first?” I just shrugged, fine with whatever. “Yours will likely take the most work in readjusting… considering the fact that you could barely stand up straight when I tried to take your measurements.” She said with a deadpan, and I chuckled sheepishly.

“Yeah, well… shit happens.” she rolled her eyes and ushered me into the backroom.

My dress was a shiny white, studded with gemstones and embroidery that spelled out “I’m gay.”

Hah. Yeah right. It was all black- The bottom part lightly dragged across the ground and the shoulders were short and puffy. It was covered in intricate gold embroidering and design that perfectly matched my eyes. It was a bit tight around the shoulders, actually. I might’ve been starting to gain a little weight, to be honest.

Eh, who wants a skinny ass anyway?

Rarity said that the modifications shouldn’t be difficult at all, thankfully. That finished, I tagged Dee in so she could get her dress modified. I wouldn’t see hers until the day of the wedding, and she would be the same with mine.

I’m sure she’s expecting me to wear a suit, but come on. A gal likes to feel pretty every now and again, you know?

Soon, we left the boutique and I couldn’t help but feel… aggravated, for some reason. It was just an overwhelming sense of I don’t want to fucking be here.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” evidently, the feeling was visual too. I just shrugged.

“Nothing, really. I’m just bored, I suppose.” which wasn’t a lie.

“Well… we could see if Silver Spoon wants to hang out- it’ll be just like old times, you know?” I just shrugged and grunted.

“Whatever’s fine, I guess.” I’ll be frank- anything that didn’t involve alcohol just didn’t sound all that appealing, right now.

“Well… what are you thinking?”

I’m thinking alcohol. “I dunno. Like I said, whatever you want to do, I’ll tag along with.” if she could sense the annoyance in my voice, she didn’t say anything.

Just then- who else but Scootaloo decided to stop and say hi. Her cutie mark was a wheel with a trail of fire behind it- reflecting the fact that she made her fame by doing Evel Kneivel-esque stunts on her scooter. Despite this though, her wings remained small and underdeveloped- she couldn’t fly, but she was able to use them to gain crazy speeds on her scooter.

“The hell do you want?” I asked, a hint of annoyance in my voice.

“Oh, you know- I was wondering what Fucky the Drunk Clown was up to today.” She gave me a smirk and I grit my beak. Scootaloo… never really forgave us for the clubhouse incident. We didn’t much care for her forgiveness either.

“Bitch, I’ll have you know that she hasn’t had a single drink yet today!” My wife defended me, and Scootaloo snorted.

“Keyword being yet.” I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

“Oh, piss off you hoof-dragging cunt.” I gave her a smirk. “Maybe if you weren’t so fat, you’d be able to fly.” she giggled at me!

“Oh, you’re one to talk.” She walked up to my side and poked my gut- which, admittedly, had grown a little pudgy. “You keep drivin’ the liquor into you, and your gut’s gonna start dragging against the ground.”

I grit my beak and growled- but she laughed and walked away. I was about to follow and give her a piece of my mind and a knuckle sandwich, when Dee put a hoof on my back.

“Just let her go.” I couldn’t help but sigh.

I really needed a drink.

We just continued our day on the town until I convinced her to go for dinner at the pub.

We ordered our dinner and I ordered a nice, tall glass of whiskey. As the barmaid walked away, my wife sighed in annoyance.

“Is that all you think about is alcohol?” I rolled my eyes.

“No! I think about you way more than alcohol and you know it.” She huffed at me.

“You sure make it seem that way.” she said with a deadpan.

“Oh, well… bah. Whatever.” was all I said as our drinks arrived. I took a sip of my whiskey, and for the first time that day, I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Pretty soon after that- the liquor was calling the shots.

---

And the cycle continued for about… half a week? I would spend the day bored and annoyed and drink like a lunatic at night. It was… fine, really. I mean, whatever Dee wants, I suppose.

On a much more positive note, my nightmares have been occurring less and less. Most nights are either dreamless sleep or a nightmare- which was a hell of an improvement, I think. Maybe I’m just finally getting used to the idea of this thing?

“Leona!” I awoke to her shaking me. “Leona! Wake the fuck up!” She sounded upset for some reason- and I noticed that my bed felt a lot dustier and more uncomfortable than normal.

“Mrrrrrrr…” I sucked in a deep breath of air and my eyes slowly opened. They were half lidded, and I was having trouble registering existence. Then I felt water splash against my face, at least partially waking me up.

“Uhhh… Mornin, babe.” I noticed she was glaring at me- and I could barely register why.

“Leona… where the fuck did you go last night?” I looked around slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was outside my house, in the alleyway next to it.

“Ah fuck… I don’t remember shit.” my speech was still heavily slurred. “What’re you up to?” She groaned in annoyance.

“Leona! I’m worried about you- your mother’s worried about you! And if Emmie were here, he’d be worried about you, too!” I couldn’t help but snort. So what if I like to have a couple drinks from time to time?

“Babe… I tried to be reasonable, but no more.” Her voice was stern and serious. “I want you to quit drinking completely.” I scoffed at her in outrage.

“Well, what does it matter anyway?” I slowly managed to sit back up. “It’s not like I’m physically hurting anyone else.”

“Babe. I’m fucking serious.” That stern look on her face never faltered. “Your Mamma and I just got done pouring your booze down the drain.” My eyes widened in shock- That was my liquor! What fucking right do they have to waste it like that!?

“So help me, Leona. If I catch you getting drunk behind my back, we are over.” A chill shot down my spine- the outrage I was feeling turned to pure dread. I shook my head slowly.

“No. No, you wouldn’t dare.” she just huffed at me.

“I fucking will if you go behind my back. I will cancel our wedding the day of and I’ll never want to see you again.” I began to feel… hollow? She then pulled me in for a tight hug.

“Please, baby… I care about you so, so much. I don’t want you choosing the liquor over me.”

“But I-”

“No buts.” She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “Either the liquor goes, or I go. Take your fucking pick.” Why is she giving me an ultimatum over this shit!? What the fuck does it matter to her or anyone else!? I gave her a stern look in return- one that was ultimately useless.

“Dee… I AM the liquor.” she stomped a hoof down.

“Either the liquor goes-” she pointed to the amulet I proposed to her with. “Or the wedding is off. Promise me! Promise me you’ll quit drinking!” she was punctuating her words with stomps of her hoof. I felt conflicted- on one hand, the booze is the only thing keeping me sane nowadays.

On the other hand… this woman is my world. I love her with all my heart, and the thought of losing her…

No. I’d rather be dead than lose her.

Finally I sighed and conceded. “Fine… Fine, you win.” I gave her a tired smile. “I promise I’ll give up the booze for your sake.” for the first time this morning, she gave me a smile.

“I’m doing this because I love you more than anything, Leona.” She pulled me in for a hug. “I hope you realize that.” I just hmm’d.

“I know, baby. I love you… so, so much.” I gave her a smile. “Now… I gotta get a shower. Meet you at the café later? You know the one.” She gave me a smile and a nod, and we parted ways.

As I went inside, I greeted Mamma with a quick hug and jumped into the shower to ruminate. The hot water really helped me think.

Who does she think she is to tell me what to do like that? Fucking ridiculous. Just because I blacked out once, I’m not even allowed to have a couple casual drinks? I brooded silently, watching the dust flow down the drain.

I began to wash my fur, and I began to quietly sing to myself. Gotta find a woman, be good to me… won’t hide my liquor, try to serve me tea. I missed the Grateful Dead, to be honest.

Once I was sure all the grime was out of my fur I began to wash my feathers. Cause I’m a stone jack baller and my heart is truuue, I’ll give everything I got to you, yes I will.

Easy Wind… goin’ cross the bayou today. Cuz there’s a… whole lot of women, mamma… out on the streets in the red todayyy…

I scoffed to myself. It’s fucking bullshit. She can dom me in bed- no one has the right to dom my liquor.

Just then, I smiled- I had a fantastic idea. No one tells me what to do. All I have to do is learn to pace myself better.

---

The day was beautiful out- the bright sun giving me a perfect excuse to wear sunglasses. I had an old sports water bottle I used to bring to school with me as a kid in one of my coat pockets.

I finally arrived at the outdoor cafe and greeted Dee with a smile. “Hey, honey!” I gave her a quick smooch on the cheek and she giggled.

“You’re much more chipper today than you have been, lately.”

“Well, that’s because you were right. The booze was no good for me-” I grabbed her hoof and gave it a quick smooch, causing her to blush lightly. “You are far more important to me than the liquor. Far more important.”

“Glad to hear it.” She grabbed the teapot and poured me a cup. She’d been reading a magazine when I showed up. “Also, I can’t remember if I told you, but Emmie sent us a letter.” I cocked an eyebrow.

“Well, what’d he have to say?” She gave me a smile.

“Good news is, he thinks he may have found something about the louse. Bad news is- he won’t be able to make it to Ponyville until a few days before the wedding.” I felt conflicted- on one hand, it’ll be fantastic to know a little more about the tongue…

But on the other hand, I was kinda bummed I wouldn’t see him until then.

“Honestly, babe?” I spoke up, “I’ve… I think I’ve started to accept it, somewhat.” she tilted her head in confusion. “Like, I’ve been having nightmares less and less- and it hasn’t really done anything so far. Maybe it’s benign?”

She just shrugged. “It’s still weird, though.”

“Well, yeah, nothing about this is natural- but it does come with a few perks.” I leaned in, “It might be perfect for interrogation purposes- I can basically read minds with it.” I also had a theory I wanted to test- What if I could root around someone's mind, and only extract some memory? You know, without completely sucking their brains out?

God, this shit’s so fucked.

But besides that- it’s fantastic for reaching things when you don’t feel like getting up. I do that all the time when I’m in private.

Anyways- we spent the day together, and I felt fucking great. We were just hanging out as I sipped away at my water bottle.

When Dee asked about it, I gave her the excuse that I’m trying to stay hydrated- since the liquor would always leave me feeling dehydrated. She shrugged and thought nothing of it. She had a lot of faith in me. Later that evening, we settled at her house.

It was around 9 PM- she was writing in her diary before getting ready for bed and I was writing in my journal as well.

She had the same routine every day: Write in her diary for a bit, lay down, and be sleeping by 10 or so; So the next night at around 9:30, I told her I was going out for a flight.

“What for?” she asked, and I shrugged.

“Exercise. I’m trying to lose some of the weight I gained from drinking.” She smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I’d do this every night and would come back at around 11 or so- when she was already well asleep.

Things had been going well, and Dee was quite proud of me for being off the booze. Ah, but all good things come to an end eventually, right?

It was about 5 days before the wedding. We were just out and about like we normally were… then Scootaloo… fucking Scootaloo fucked everything up for me.

We were sitting on a bench together, and Scootaloo showed up as I was taking a sip from my bottle.

“Yo, Leona!” She had a smug grin on her face that pissed me off. She was sweating- likely from working out or something. “Mind if I had a sip of your water?” I just huffed at her.

“Oh, fuck off, would you?”

“Yeah! Get your own water!” Dee spoke up, and Scoots just chuckled.

“Nah, I want a sip of Leona’s water. It’s the kind that gets you drunk, isn’t that right?” I just snorted at her.

“Bitch, I’ve been off the booze for a good bit now.” I glared at her- “You’re just jealous of what we have because you’re a sad cripple with nothin’ better to do than bother decent people.” She giggled once again.

“Hey, Diamond Tiara? Why don’t you ask her where she’s been every night between 9:30 and 11?”

“She’s been going on night flights to try and stay active- something that you’ll never know the feeling of.” Scootaloo laughed at us- the type of smug laugh that pissed me off.

“Bullshit! She’s going down to the pub every night, getting drunk and telling everypony she’s off the liquor!” She glared at me with a smirk and I grit my beak. After a few seconds of silence, Dee reached for my bottle.

“Let me have a drink, honey.” I tried to prevent her from getting it.

“Just let it go, baby, she’s full of shit.” She finally ripped it from my hands- and my heart sank. She took a sip, a look of sheer betrayal in her eyes as she set the bottle down on the bench.

“It’s vodka.”

“131 proof, straight up.” I couldn’t help but smile- “I’m fuckin’ wasted.” I wasn’t even paying attention to Scootaloo anymore- presumably, she was off to the side watching the fireworks.

Dee just had a sad look in her eyes. “You lied to me… You fucking lied to me for almost a week and a half straight!” She hopped off the bench and stomped her hoof down. I got down along with her. “How much more shit have you lied to me about?”

I felt a pit forming in my stomach. “Wha- nothing! I’ve never lied to you about anything but this!” She scoffed at me.

“And I’m supposed to just fucking believe you? Have you been lying about loving me this whole time?” it felt like lightning struck my heart.

“What? No! Never! I would never lie about that!”

“You lied about being sober- you lied through your beak without even hesitating!” She was poking my chest with a hoof. “Have you ever once, just once, stopped to consider how others feel about your drinking?” I opened my beak, but I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. We were making a scene and a small crowd began to form.

That’s the problem, Leona! You don’t think! Even to this day, Mamma’s words still rang true.

“One time your mother was crying to me because she thought you were turning into her grandmother!” I’d almost forgotten about that old drunk, to be honest. “And I’m inclined to agree with her! And I get that you’re scared about that louse, but fucking news flash! We’re scared of it too!

“Yet you don’t see us spending every waking fucking hour of the day in an alcoholic stupor!” I spread my arms wide in defiance.

“Well, what the fuck else was I supposed to do? Nothing fucking worked except the booze!” she facehooved in annoyance.

“Have you ever tried, I dunno, talking to us about it? And I mean, really talk about it.”

“Of course I have! I talked to all of you about it!”

“One fucking time!” She punctuated her words by stomping in the dirt. “Is it even about the stupid louse anymore? Or are you just using it as an excuse to not do anything about your blatant fucking drinking problem!?” I opened my beak to defend myself, but she just continued in her fury.

“You even told me yourself that the nightmares weren’t happening as much anymore! And don’t even try to make up some bullshit about the booze being the reason things started getting better. You said it yourself that you were beginning to accept it being there!” I began to notice the swelling crowd, and saw them whispering among themselves.

“Babe, there’s people watching!” She just looked at me with that same look of betrayed outrage.

“After everything, that’s all you have to say? Don’t make a fucking scene?” She stomped into the dirt hard. “You want a scene!? I’ll show you a fucking scene! I’ll show you a scene that you’ll never forget as long as you live!” My heart sank as she pulled her amulet off- the very same one I proposed to her with.

I couldn’t react- What could I do? She threw it at me and it bounced off my chest, landing onto the dusty ground below.

“The wedding’s off, Leona. Now you can drink to your heart’s content! Go ahead and drink all the booze in Ponyville for all I give a fuck. I just hope you’re happy.” She stormed off, leaving me behind.

I paid no mind to the murmurs around me as I picked the amulet up. I’d noticed some dirt got into the engravings, and wiped it against my coat before pocketing it. I heard Scootaloo laughing nearby.

“Stand back, everypony! Leona has lice, you heard what Diamond Tiara said!” I turned to look at her with a blank look. Slowly, I made my way forward. She stood her ground- confident that I wouldn’t try anything with the crowd watching.

“Weren’t you listening?” I asked, my voice sounding monotone and hollow. “She said louse, not lice. Lice would imply I had multiple.” She tilted her head at me in confusion.

“I only need one to break your fucking neck.”

SWISH! Someone in the crowd started screaming as my tongue wrapped tight around Scootaloo’s neck and began to slowly lift her up into the air. The parasite was surprisingly strong- able to lift a full grown pony into the air. It was incredible, really.

Scootaloo looked at me with a look of pure terror. The type of terror you can only feel when you’re confronted by something that makes your existence seem small on the scale of the cosmos. Her legs kicked fiercely, but I wasn’t gonna let go.

All I have to do is yank, and her neck will break like a twig.

“The horror! The horror!” I was snapped out of my rage by the florist screaming- then I truly looked around.

Dee was right- this scene would likely be one that no one will forget. They’ll be seeing it in their nightmares- especially Scootaloo.

I sighed internally… and let Scootaloo go. It’s what Dee would’ve wanted me to do. Just let her go. She’s not worth it. She dropped to the ground and scrambled to run away as fast as possible. I slurped my tongue back up and addressed the crowd.

“What?” I yelled. I tried to come off as sarcastic, but the best I could do was a deadpan. “You’ve never seen a tongue eating louse before?” the ponies looked on in horror as I casually walked past the crowd. I didn’t give a fuck about them- I had errands to run.

I stopped at the liquor store- Berry greeted me like normal and I ignored her, going straight to the whiskey. Rotgut, my old friend. I wordlessly purchased the two bottles and made my way home.

As I passed through the threshold, Mamma was there to greet me. She smiled- likely, she hadn’t heard about what happened. I had the bottles of booze tucked away in my bag.

“What brings you home so early?” She asked with a smile. I gave her a quick hug and went up to my room. “Sweetie? What’s wrong?” she followed me up the stairs. I pulled a bottle of booze out of my bag as I went into my room. She gasped, and I said the first words I could utter since I left the shocked crowd behind.

“I wanna be left alone. I’m getting drunk tonight- big time.” I simply shut the door behind me and locked the deadbolt- I installed it myself years ago after Mamma walked in on us that one time.

The memories hurt to think about.

I turned the radio on, and lit up a cigarette. The song playing was a fucking mood-and-a-half.

I uncorked the bottle and took a long, deep swig… and promptly began full on ugly crying into my pillow.

The liquor's callin' the shots now, bud.

I won't even lie- a lot of this chapter is based on my own personal experience with alcoholism, as well as a healthy amount of Trailer Park Boys references. A lot of the traits shown here- the greed, the selfishness, the callousness- was based off feelings I actually felt when I was actively drinking; and to an extent, was partially based off how my last, and best, relationship went.

But, hey- when you hit rock bottom, you've got nowhere to go but up. After all- today marks five months sober for me, personally :3

As always, thank you for reading! Any likes and comments are appreciated, as I quite like how this one turned out :3

And one more thing- it's never too late to get help. Hitting rock bottom isn't a requirement, as I've found out. :3