Seems like kind of a weird question. I mean, it's all on me, right? Nobody put the bottle in my hand and made me drink. I did it. I got myself into this mess and I'm the only one who can get me out. I mean, I know I have this problem of depending too much on other people. Like my brother. Like Sam. I still think it's important to have people like that in your life, you know. People you can look up to and respect, people who love you and care about you and aren't afraid to give you a kick in the ass when you need one. But I'm not a kid anymore. I've got to learn to take responsibility for myself and what I do. If I can't do that, then I'm just gonna keep getting drunk and fucking up and next thing you know it's not just gonna be probation. I'm gonna end up going away, and that can't happen. I've been there before and I don't want to go back. It was bad enough when I was alone, but now...
Now I've got Arthur. And it's not just my life I'm messing up. It's his life, too, his future. Our future. We've got plans, you know? We're buying a house. We want to have a kid one day. I want that for him. For us. So I guess the answer to the question is, it's all my responsibility. I have to be accountable for whether or not I take a drink, and for what I do once I've done it. Nobody else can do that for me. It's not anyone else's job to clean up the mess I've made.
Muse: Anson Greene
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