Fiction | January 21, 2016

He didn’t need to drink. He liked it, but he didn’t need it. He knew that was the stance of someone who did need to drink, but he was different. Well, actually, he needed it, but he could go a little bit with­out it. Beer was safe. He was drinking too much but he could stop. He would stop, he promised himself, for the trip.

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