Hank and his wife April

All the whiskey does to the mind is make it possible to live and breath without having to face the dangers of reality that tries to penetrate through the happiness we once had. At this moment I'm contemplating my future like I do every morning, and there it was a tiny piece of folded-up paper with her writing on it. I know what it says before opening it 'cause I remember she gave it to me a week before the accident. "I love you". I feel sick inside. Helpless, I killed her and now I'm living in eternal hell...