I am never drunk enough to deal with life.
"I drink to forget"was once a joke has now become true.
I now drink to get through the day.
The pain one feels when sober is unbearable.
I can hear all the voices when it becomes quiet. 
Being alone with your thoughts can be scary.
There is never enough noise
or enough people to drown out the voices.
So I find a bottomless bottle which seems to quiet them down.
My best friend Jose Cuervo.
But soon the bottomless bottle
becomes empty and my world begins to spin.
Donde es Jose?
I am happy. I can deal. There are no troubles here.
There are no voices. There is no pain...
But eventually I fall into a dark sleep
and when I wake the voices are screaming at me.
The pain has returned only more intense.
Sharp and stabbing at me.
I have to get some relief.
All the bottles around me are empty.
I have to silence them.
I have to feel happy again.
What time does the liquor store open?