"Come on have another drink, don't be a *****!"

8,000 miles away, yet a concept so familiar.

"Don't be a *****, finish your drink!"

"I'm good man, I think I am going to head home."

"If you don't finish your drink, I am going to force this glass down your throat."

Blink

As the door to the bathroom locked behind me, the room began to spin.

Blink

My head slowly came in contact with the toilet, and regret exited my mouth.

Blink

"Are you okay man?"

Sure, now they care.

Blink

My face hit the cold cement of my driveway after being thrown out of a car I had no recollection entering.

Blink

My head hit my pillow and I entered the deep chambers of my sleep

Blink

My eyes opened, regret was everywhere.

Blink

**Never again.