Jack is my best friend. ***** burns my sorrows into ashes. Tequila never leaves my side. I smell alcohol on my shirt like it's cologne. Bottles lay all around me and they make me feel empty and alone. I thought it would make me forget the pain. It did for a moment but the next day I awake in more pain. This isn't the way, it never was. Yet, I drink another drink. Because it's my only friend.