I get this a lot, and I'm never quite sure how to answer. The drinks seem the easiest way to go... drink until I've forgotten myself. Usually once I'm gone, I can't remember them, either. But not always... not always. Those are the bad nights. The nights where I'm just a specter, floating in the ether, surrounded by their voices crying out for me to help. But I'm as powerless as a ghost as I was that day. I almost look forward to the hangover the next day, gives me something else to focus on through the day that isn't my regrets.

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Oh... you meant literally. On my stomach, I guess.