The Drink That Saved My Life

Leave it to a drunk like me to try to kill myself on a federal holiday, when all the booze stores are closed. I had made the decision to end my life, and just wanted something to take the edge off, to ease my shakes a bit. I had finished all I had during my previous binges, and my brother and his wife, with whom I lived at the time, had wised up and put a lock on their bedroom door to keep me out of their personal liquor supply. Granted, I could have knocked the door down, or tried to pick the lock, but I thought that finding me dead when they got back home would be enough to deal with, without having to worry about a busted door as well.