“Why do you drink so much?” she wanted to know. “It makes me feel brave,” I said. “I’m scared too, but you don’t see me drinking.” “Your ‘scared’ and my ‘scared’ are two different things.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked. “As you get older, you don’t recover from things so easy.” “And as you get older, you also get tired?” “Yeah,” I said, “you get tired.”
