I would have done anything to feel real again.
I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.
I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.
There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.
Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.
It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.