By 10:00 AM, he is out of bed. He has destroyed the bathroom. He stands in front of the mirror shaking and sweating. His mouth fills with spit and he wonders if he will vomit.
Then, he vomits. Of course he vomits.
He doesn't care.
The first beer tastes like battery acid, but three beers have to go down before the liquor or he will puke every shot right back out of his tired body. The second beer tastes like homework. The third beer slows down the shakes.
Knowing that the vodka is coming helps. When this pattern started, sometimes he could stop the shakes by thinking about the impending drunkenness. His body would relax, knowing it was coming.
That doesn't happen anymore. But after three vodkas with a splash of cranberry, he feels himself coming back to life. The pain seeps back out of his muscles. His posture improves.
By the time he starts picking up passengers, no one would ever suspect a thing.
Hell, he's just an Uber driver who really likes breath mints, right?
Buckle up!
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