From a story I started back in 2011 called “Hank Patrick is Dead, Long Live Hank Patrick” – more on that here.

We all choose our own poisons, our own methods of numbing those aspects of our lives that we are unhappy with so that the rest of ourselves can continue to function in some semblance of an ordinary way.  It helps to know what it is that you are trying to drown out, but sometimes it doesn’t matter.  Marcus was unsure of what aspect of his perfectly acceptable life he was using whiskey to silence, but it was there.  

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