Isolated: Like Father, Like Son

With each drink I'm becoming more like my father. When I was younger I used to wonder why he'd drink. He told me it was because he couldn't face his problems and just tried to drink them away. It only made things worse but he kept at it, drink after drink. Back then I hated those drinks, the way they'd make him, the way they'd affect me indirectly. Now I've found his footsteps and I've started following, finally understanding how apparent peace can be found at the bottom of the bottles and cans. It used to be just for fun, but now I seek them out when I'm alone. They don't keep me numb but they do keep me low. Where I feel I should be. I'm not running from my problems, I'm compounding them. Drink after drink.