Our family's drunken devil hides in our minds like a bad chemical. He's behind every shadow, waiting around every corner. He beckons us from every liquor store and bar. He was conceived at the bottom of a bottle and born in the souls of our ancestors.

Now he is part of us. He stinks good and tastes bad and goes down easy. He's a sneaky and insidious killer. He casts evil spells and can make us do things... BAD things.

He makes us forget that we've done, and makes us fear that we've done things we have not. He talks to us in a black dimension that exists beyond time.

And when we're dead he'll be waiting there to taunt us ... dry into forever.