I didn't fit the mold of an alcoholic. I was young but I didn't party overmuch. I wasn't a loner. I shot my dreams high. Big plans. Big smile. I was a nice college boy with two nice parents. Maybe that's why I liked dive bars. They were a warm portal to a dirty world. I got some cheap thrills and a quick prod at the underbelly of a city before retreating back to my nice, safe life. I did tequila shots with homeless people. They had great stories to tell. There were no holes in my life but I still filled them with hooch.
I never drank on New Year's Eve. Waking up with a massive hangover on the first day of a new year just seemed to curse it. By then I was superstitious. The world was suddenly crazy. Vampires existed and I was prepared for anything. I saw them everywhere I looked and I looked everywhere.
I still drink too much. The world is still crazy. I still imagine that shining eyes burn into my skin when I'm not looking.