The essence of power.

In the middle of the night I woke up. There was a stench of alcohol and the radio was balsting. I must have fell asleep after drinking. My head ached dearly. I got up and turned of the radio and started to tidy up my bedroom. Each step ached and ached so bad I winced. I opened the door and walked down the couple of steps to the kitchen. There was a line of alcoholic beverages to choose from today I chose vodka with a shot of locus. It felt refreshing to me yet slowly killing. I guess I gave alcohol the power over me, controlling my every move. Slowly decimating the brain and liver. This taste was like an essence of power.