Hindsight. If only we knew then what we know now. I knew then I had problems, but not how deep they ran. I had turned to drink to keep my daemons at bay. Many others do it, null sec is full of the lost and damned, some running from their past....some given over to their daemons. I was trying to hide from mine. It was going...OK. I was keeping up with my quotas, but I felt the need to drink....lots. I needed the cushion alcohol gave me.
Hindsight. Perhaps it was not a good idea to fly while smashed. It was definitely not a good idea to rig my pod to keep me topped up.
I still hear the screaming as my pod ejected. I feel I got off lightly. I have been given a leave of absence, not to return till I am dry and have the will to return.
I need a drink...real bad...
No. I have another purpose now. I have fallen on my feet as it were. Thanks to Vince putting a word in, I have the opportunity to forge a new destiny. For once I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. The warm glow emanating from an angels wings.
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