“I spent the morning on Baileys, Bloody Marys in the afternoon, small amounts of controlled, intentional poisoning. “I’m facing my darkest period head-on,” Laura said when she’d wandered into the kitchen for her cigarettes, “no drugs, no alcohol.” At that point I was deep into the wine coolers, mashing cream cheese and mayonnaise and sharp cheddar together to form a cheese ball, which I ate half of all by myself, then couldn’t shit till New Year’s.”
―
Ainslie Hogarth,
Motherthing
