I don't look at it. I don't reflect with my chip in my hand. I just do it. Did I overindulge the last few days, yeah. But, I'm stuck here, I don't know where my brother is, ( normally, he'd stop there, but Cas is here upstairs and he's cold, and he can't cut the shivering and shaking and he just keeps going. ) and I have complicated feelings for an angel that did the noble thing and sacrificed himself. Right after telling me, he loves me. So I drank for a bit. Everyone in town drinks, kid. There's a moonshine distillery.