Yeah. [ mickey muses, smoking in silent camaraderie (or something like it) for a passing moment or so. ] Life's too much of a bitch to take sober. Here or anywhere else.

[ he watches kids dance, floats in the buzz in his head, tries to think of the last week he went totally without chemical assistance. not since ian's been gone, at least. even then, they at least drank a little often enough. ]

So why be here? Ain't it just gonna make you miserable?