I wanted a drink. There were a hundred reasons why a man will want a drink, but i wanted one now for the most elementary reason of all. I didn't want to feel what i was feeling and a voice within was telling me that i needed a drink, that i couldn't bear it without it. But that voice is a liar. You can always bear the pain. It'll hurt, it'll burn like acid in an open wound. But you can stand it. And as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.