Pulling myself together, I fished the amber bottles out of my pocket and shook the pills into the palm of my hand. Threw them back and washed them down with the rest of the whiskey in the bottle. Then I lay on my back in the tall green grass and stared up at the sky. The night was dark and starless. As it should be. From somewhere far away, I heard music, a beeping sound. My eyes drifted shut. Lila. Lila. Lila. Sorry, baby, I’m just so fucking tired. So fucking weary of this battle. Forgive me.
