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It’ѕ уеаrѕ down thе rоаd and mу drіnkіng іѕ ѕtіll fоllоwіng mе. Living wіth no аlсоhоl makes lіfе unbеаrаblу іntеnѕе at times. I can’t соmе home, kick bасk аnd rеlаx wіth a beer lіkе thе оthеr Dеtесtіvеѕ. I саn’t go оut оn a рub сrаwl wіth the boys tо сеlеbrаtе. Wе саn’t share a bоttlе whеn we mourn the lоѕѕ оf a соllеаguе.

"Remember, there's a thin line between finding solace and drowning in despair." Ignoring his cautionary words, I took another sip, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through my veins. Glass after glass, I continued to drink, seeking oblivion in the haze of intoxication. The world around me became blurred, the voices of other people blending into an indistinguishable murmur. Hours passed, and the effects of the alcohol intensified. My inhibitions dissolved, and I found myself engaging in conversations with strangers, laughter mingling with slurred words. The Sinema Club had transformed into a realm of reckless abandonment, a place where troubles were temporarily forgotten.

he complimented me. I shook away the mental imagery. “The most humiliating part wasn’t how I behaved,” I explained. “In all fairness, I could never remember it. But it was the fact they placed my photos where everybody could see them, and in bold red letters they stamped the words ‘Banned’ and ‘Do not serve this wolf’.” I cringed. “Then to make matters worse, they used my image in the Alcoholics Anonymous campaign, slapping my face onto every billboard and bus shelter in the entire fucking state. I was lucky they let me into the Vortex Club the other night.”

Al looked down at me, his eyelashes shivered a little as he furrowed his eyebrows with a defeated smile. "The law is attending an Alpha meeting far away!" I peeked at Al. He sighed, looking around in struggle. I took a quick sip before he could stop me. "What's this again?" I frowned as I handed the glass back with a bitter face. Al chuckled. "Beer." Al took the glass into his hand, "I know you are underage, but I thought you should at least know OF them." "Of course not! Granny and I lived in forests!" I sighed, losing my interest in the yellow-ish liquid, "Granny doesn't drink, so..."