My overindulging had nothing to do with my everyday humdrum existence. I was trying to escape the reality of testifying and facing the one man who knew my secrets. The memory alone made me want to hide in a bottle of booze.
Pushing to my feet, I dragged my ass to the bathroom. Bloodshot eyes, a scraggly beard, and chip-filled hair greeted me in the mirror.
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