Nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of immanete death
"My first time, I vomitted after. Two days straight. Second time I didn’t even think about it. Just try to make yourself calm. Breathe, Nuck. You’ll get through it. All you gotta worry about is when you run out of booze, and you run out of company, and the only person left to judge you is your—"