“What is happening?” I whisper, and I’m still frozen against the chair. “Am I dreaming? Oh, shit. Am I dead? No. I didn’t take those pills. I’m sober. I’m completely sober and losing my mind. Of course. Years of drug use. My brain has been slowly dying forever. This was bound to happen eventually. Fuck. What if I lose bodily functions next and shit right here… oh no. I’m turning into my dad.”
