Confrontation is such a divine gesture. It takes one’s cup brimming with apprehension to do so. It’s normal to be taken aback by interrogations we didn’t see coming. Yet, what’s worse is that we knew long before of the answer, but we deny it to ourselves; pretending it didn’t ever cross our mind.
The truth was deafening. I may have had drank more than the usual. Flashbacks of every alcohol intake came in a simultaneous rhythm with my head’s throbbing pain and the music’s bass.