I fell off the wagon... quite literally, even. The call of the bottle has summoned me into its swirling depths... Downward into chaos, and heartbreak... Slowly, oblivion sets in. I am comfortably numb to the pressures of the world. As I sit, here, I contemplate... This isn't so bad... But I know there will be trouble come the morning when my acquaintance finds me... I may pay for it with my very tongue. Please, let me keep my tongue.