I was on the edge of nothingness. Nothing, nothing, nothing. I remember that the air was sweet, but at the same time nauseating. Yet all I could feel was nothingness. My eyes, barely taking in my surroundings, truly couldn't believe what I was seeing. The ground beneath me looked inviting, but strangely austere. To my left, the cars. To my right, a path. A path to where? A path to nowhere? I knew it. And most importantly, I didn't care. All I cared about was the view in front of me. Everything and nothing, my local pub was waiting for me. Its windows stared at me like a pair of steel-gray eyes. They were inviting again. They were austere again. Before I knew it, my legs were moving towards the door. It was as if they had a mind of their own. I didn't want to drink, but my legs did. And that was what mattered. When I opened the dark brown doors of Everything and Nothing, nothing became everything and everything was nothing. I was at home. That sickly, bittersweet smell awakened my senses, lulling me into a sense of tranquility. Although I didn't know it at the time, I was an alcoholic...