Bob

I've been an alcoholic for over 15 years, since I was a teenager. My mind has always been my own worst enemy, and from a young age I found that booze was really the only way to shut that guy up. I won't lie, drinking that much for that long, I knew there was gonna to be some problems, but what else could I do? Problems now, or problems later...I'll take the deferred problems, please. Only, it finally caught up with me. Ever seen your skin turn yellow? That's some freaky shit. I've never been one to go to the doctor, but man, that got me to go in. And, yup. Cirrhosis he called it. Yeah, some kind of liver failure in my future. Guess the damn thing pretty much exploded from all the abuse over the years. The doctor asked me what I was thinking, letting it get this far, because - let's face it - at this point we're into self-hated and self-abuse territory. I explained my little mental problem to him, and he's like...do something else, do anything else, just don't put your liver through…