Chapter 67

• CHARLES
• I detested the entire sober poop enthusiastically. In the event that I needed to sit all around and stand by listening to those alcoholics discuss every one of the errors they made while drinking another fucking time, I planned to shoot myself in the head. At the point when I guaranteed Matilda I would find support, I didn't figure it would be this sort of horse crap.
• It was insane to believe that me, quite possibly of the most bold and heartless man on the planet, was at a gathering to end my negative behavior pattern. Sitting in that gathering meeting made me need to drink more than it made me need to quit drinking. The main thing that prevented me from emptying my #1 alcohol into my number one glass was the enormous grin all over as I strolled into the house.