“Sometimes you forget the truth like a language that you haven't spoken in for years. When trying it again in a quiet hour, you'd only stutter and falter. You'd make a fool of yourself and promise that you'll never try again. But over one too many drinks you'd be trying, anyway, which would be when fluently you’d speak languages you wouldn’t even know when sober. The truth that sober Tom had unlearned was turning him into an alcoholic. Constantly it kept coaxing him to drink, because he couldn't get it out any other way.
~ As the moon began to rust”