The Power of Fucking

I remember walking into the bathroom looking in the mirror and going, bro, you're done. It's over. And I'd been carrying in my wallet the business card of a drug interventionist. She says, well, I help people stop drinking and you know, if they want to get treatment. So I had, I had her card and I called her the next morning and they sent me off to Sierra Tucson. Oh, I fucking fantasize about rehab. Love it. No one knows I'm not done drinking. Like I just want to go for the break. Yeah, I understand. I want to munch off where I don't talk," he said.