drinkin' again

"Drink to forget. Just don't forget to drink," Dirk commented as he lifted his
eigth glass of beer to his lips.
"You know that this is really part of your problem," a voice said.
"What?" Dirk didn't know where the voice was coming from or who would have the
nerve to interfere with him getting plastered.
"It's just another way of you running from what's really bothering you."
Dirk turned and looked at the guy sitting next to him. "Why don't you mind your
own damn business and leave me the hell alone!"
The guy looked confused. "What?"
"You heard me! Leave me alone you hypocritical bastard. Preaching to me about
drinking with a beer in your hand!"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't said a word to you all
night."
"Don't try and hide it! Just piss off and leave me be!"
"You're bleedin' crazy, you know that?" The guy flipped Dirk the finger and
walked off with his drink.
"Was that really neccessary?" the voice came again. "That stranger had done
nothing wrong to you; yet, you still felt compelled to yell at him and try to
make him feel bad."
Dirk checked all around him. There was no one else anywhere near him. If there
had been, his scene with the stranger had driven them off. He was sitting by
himself, yet the voice still came, "Is this the kind of person that you really
want to be?"
"That's it! I've snapped!" Dirk set his beer down and was grasping his hair
with both hands as he pressed them agains his temples. "It didn't take as long
as I thought it would, but it sure as hell has happened."
For several moments, he pondered his options. There was probably no room in the
JMC or Space Corps for an insane scientist. It was more than certain that his
career was over once word got out that he was a few sandwiches shy of a picnic.
It was going to be a long fall down. Might as well make the landing better by
numbing the senses. "I'll take that," Dirk pointed at a large bottle sitting
behind the bar when the bartender came 'round again.
"Um... Actually,... that's mostly for show. I'm not too sure if it's a good
idea to drink it."
"That which does not kill me, only makes me stronger," Dirk replied, motioning
for the bartender to retrieve the bottle. When the bartender turned around to
get it, Dirk muttered, "...Hopefully it'll kill me first."
"You really need to think about the consequences of what you're doing," the
voice said again. "Are you sure that this how you want to handle....?"
"Oh, shut up!"
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