The other day I started to feel that unbearable loneliness creeping up on me, this is starting to happen more often, and I panicked and called my friend. We went to the forest and smoked a joint then to a bodega where we had a beer. A middle-aged Russian woman was sitting in a booth next to us and she turned around to talk to us. She was obviously an alcoholic, and for a brief moment I wondered if I was staring into my future. That if I don't move on from this loss, I will end up drunk and…