“Coming to, I tried to surmise where I was, it had been a long night - at least what I could begin to remember about it. Then the thoughts of the failed marriage, the lost job opportunities, the look in their eyes as I lied poorly to my friends. But I had to drink - it was the only thing that could silence my head.”
He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp.
— J.R.R. Tolkien
To be doomed to an alcoholic death or to live on a Spiritual basis are not always easy alternatives to face.
— Page 44 Alcoholics Anonymous
