There’s no redemption in this story, just an endless escape. Alcohol isn’t an escape, it’s a pact. Drinking to oblivion, sinking without fear, letting go without looking for tomorrow. No moral, no second chances, just empty glasses and endless nights blending into the morning.

Promises of change sound ridiculous when the body no longer responds and the mind stopped caring. There’s no one to stop you because no one has expected anything from you in a long time. All that’s left is to keep going, one more drink, one more fall, until the body gives out.