A Chronic Invalid

I can't believe I'm starting a new story, when I haven't even updated my other ones. I suck, I know but strangely, I'm okay with that fact. For you tools, this story's about a man's road to sobriety.
“So why are you still coming to me?”

The question runs through my mind every day, despite the fact that I’m almost (as the doctors say) cured from the depression, due to my excessive drinking. But to be honest it’s because—

“I can’t finish this alone.”

Inspired from Dry by Augusten Burroughs
(c) jeph.
  1. I.
    Sometimes, I hate thinking.
  2. II.
    He’s probably just saying it to make me scared.
  3. III.
    Kind of like Lite Brite, but caveman style.