“I really want to stop drinking, and I can’t do a complete Fifth Step without admitting that I seem to really enjoy…” What felt like a streak of hot white light slid between Jamieson’s ribs, and when Jack pulled the dripping icepick away, once more tucking it into the pocket of his hoodie, Jamieson realized he couldn’t breathe. “… killing people. It’s a character defect, I know, and probably the chief of my wrongs.”
