Chapter 23

That was the life of an addict, which was my burden, and the cross that I had to bear. Addiction was the devil in disguise, and a higher power of darkness that could only reach out of hell and grasp me with a menacing hold. One slip and I could be under its dangerous power again, binging just as my mother had, and reaching death with a relentless desire to drink.

I thought of Tal instead of liquor. The man had a power over me that could draw my attention away from whiskey. I wanted to be addicted to the bar owner and not to alcohol. Why not, since it seemed safer?