Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-36393004-20190419171712/@comment-35711173-20190420021823

L0CKED,

English wise, this one isn't ready to go. I'm taking this as a first draft that you will want detailed English checking on when you're closer to the final draft.

It's interesting. There is a horror inside us that we keep at bay with the bottle. It's our attempt at a solution to us. Then as you try to learn to live without the bottle, the Hell between the ears comes back. To me, that seems to be what you are describing.

As I see it, your creepy little guy isn't the obvious thing (a DT hallucination). It is a symbol of alcoholism itself. My disease wants me dead, locked up or killing myself with the bottle. This thing makes us see and think things that aren't there, anything it can to kill us.

The strange thing is that I have met your creepy little guy during the DT's. Only mine would sit on the wall. Kind of a little Neanderthal looking gargoyle in blue Lululemons.

I'd like to see whether non-alcoholics get it.

Dr. Bob