GG: Is everything ok? TG: yeah he just wanted to make sure i dont hate him like yall do which you dont even GG: I... see. TG: so im just talking to him a bit to help him not feel bad TG: sorry GG: That's ok. GG: You were saying? TG: i was gonna say why i finally quit drinkin TG: i mean if you want to know GG: Yes. GG: Actually, once you did stop, it made me finally realize it was a problem for you for a long time. GG: And I didn't say anything at the time, but it made me wonder if I wasn't doing the right thing before. GG: By failing to point out you might have a problem? Or just going along with it and participating in lively banter any time you clearly had too much to drink? GG: Was I just being a bad friend? TG: nah it wasnt your responsibility to fix my shit TG: and anyway i think i made it hard for anyone to come at me like it was a real problem TG: i was always joking around so much and havin a good time like kind of overzealously so TG: that i probably just made people feel like a shitty wet blanket for even mentioning it
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GG: How long do you think it's been a problem? TG: i dont know its hard to say exactly when i started getting real carried away TG: just at some point i discovered a load of my moms centurys old booze in the house TG: and i didnt have much to relate to her by except her books TG: so i felt like drinking was a way to be more like her TG: or be closer to her kinda TG: and there was nobody around except the silly chess people TG: who in a way just made me feel more alone TG: cause they reminded me i was only one of two humans left and the other was an ocean away TG: so little by little TG: i got out of hand TG: and one of the only things i had to look forward to was the idea that the game was supposed to be able to bring my mom back TG: assuming i even decided to help the batterwitch out by playing at all