What I see: A man passed out, gripping an empty bottle of liquor -- a BIG bottle
What I feel: An overwhelming sense of sadness ... I have known of enough alcoholics to know where that road ends.
His self-medication became too generous, speeding him through the slow suicide he had been committing into oblivion, in one night.
I found him drowned in that last bottle of alcohol, reeking of his body's last urine-rich attempts to save him.
Soaked and cold forever, in spite of my hot tears.
