Another round is a terrible idea. On the bright side, if Linden makes himself sick tonight, he might not be as hungover tomorrow.

"Don't apologize. I shouldn't admit this, but any excuse I can get to talk about that... I mean, I'll take it," he says with a rueful shrug. "I miss it. I miss the way things just felt better and saner with it. The secret is that 2 months clean looks great on paper, but it doesn't feel great. It's like taking off a pair of tinted glasses and realizing that the entire world is made out of shit, and there are bugs eating the shit and you can hear them chewing, not to mention the smell, and the only color is brown and it's on your shoes and you just..."

Down the hatch, and there's a somewhat desperate quality to the way he swallows his next shot.