John Gulow

“He went to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels from the top of the refrigerator.
'Ah, my last surviving friend,' he said to no one at all.
He unscrewed the cap, and put the bottle to his lips. Better to drink until a blackout, than to remember thoughts like knives that cut him from the inside out, and bled him dry.”
― Sean M. Thompson, Soul Survivors Hometown Tales Vol. 1