He drank again. Walking through the grocery store, I had a fantasy. There was a huge alcohol display showcasing current deals. I picked up a bottle and looked at it. In my mind, I saw myself smashing the bottle on the ground. Then another, and another. Screaming obscenities at the bottles as I viciously cast them into oblivion. I kept breaking bottles until the whole aisle was a mess of broken glass and running liquid.

I fucking hate alcohol.