Damien made another trip to the liquor store. It was his fifth trip that week.
An all-time record. But who was counting?
He certainly wasn’t.
Damien was in the living room, in his favorite armchair, knocking back glass after glass of the precious stuff.
He had already pretty much emptied his wine cellar and was moving onto the stuff in his cabinet. After that, there was the beer he had just brought. He had brought them just in case his stash wouldn’t hold him through the night.
With the way he was going, he was either going to get black-out drunk or die trying.
Sometime during the night, he ended up drinking every drop of liquor in the house.
Through his drunken haze, he got on his bike and drove to the nearest bar. Damien had always been one to hold his liquor well, so it wasn’t a
