Shit has a way of crewpin back in. Went 4 months, was workin out, felt great, then a friend of mine got shot n killt while waiting on his uber outside a casino by freak accident. Drank a lil. Then drank a lot. Then started drinkin for other reasons, wife piss me off, weight on shoulders, ect. Almost feels like a neverending battle. Dont let it in when it knocks, that mothafucka wants to live with u! Quick visits lead to fyckin lead to movin in n u be like wut happened?