He knew that this was his decision. All of it was on his shoulders. But damn as the days went on, it just became a heavier and heavier weight to bear. Until even the distraction of work and company of others wasn’t enough. That was how Jet found himself sitting a different bar, six drinks and 4 shots in. He had sworn that he wouldn’t go back to drinking heavily but the only person to hold him to it was gone, so what did it matter? He heard someone sit next to him and he sighed. Better to head off the concerned party before they could say anything. “Look I know this seems like a lot but I’m fine. Really. Go about your day.”













