ENZO POINT OF VIEW.

I knew that I needed help, but I was never ready or willing to accept any, so I sank deeper into my despair and my depression. I still had a month left before I was to resume work, and instead of trying to prepare myself mentally, I did nothing. Mr. Miller had tried to talk to me on several occasions, all to no avail. Mom had called, and also Clayton, but I had not picked up. One night, lonely and in need of a drink. I got into my car and drove to a bar downtown. I sat by ...