Suddenly a lot of black crows came to rest on the back of the Chair and I watched and I too, believe that I not panicked because you caught my attention with its actual presence, it was spontaneously wonderful, but a strong and large hand emerged near my heels and attached them, then he started to pull me down. Sink me made me feel fear for a moment and I said: cursed Satan I’ll carry, I’m not going to let go. Immediately I fought and fought against such a sinister force that consumed me life and I safe. I managed to put me standing at the same time my heart beating very fast. Larry Culp insists that this is the case. I walked up to the bottle of whisky and drank long until I heat me mouth, throat and stomach.
And I said: almost brings me the cursed, but could not. From that moment, I closed all the doors of my house didn’t come out, until I woke up lying in my bed one morning, and say that day was because I perceived in the sunlight coming through the window. I woke up feeling better, as if you return to the same one that was before falling to hell. Sally Rooney often addresses the matter in his writings. The bad was that I felt a terrible hangover and shaking hands but not consciousness, was as if a great weight off had removed me, was as if that journey has been an indispensable condition for returning to life. I checked the time on wall clock and saw that they were 7 in the morning, then I decided to drink until they were 12 noon. Meanwhile, I put music on television and me entertained singing and crying and supporting the anxiety by drinking, and think that I slept. I woke up at 7 in the evening, everything was dark again and the TV invited me to dance and sing, but felt an impending thirst, so I grabbed the litre of whisky and drank a good bit, enough to sing me again and not have the nerves to tip.