[ CW ] Show me an alcoholic , without using the word alcohol ( or related words ) .

She stared down the alleyway, almost challengingly, and screamed. `` How do you like me now?'' She then let out a harsh cackle and continued stumbling forward. She showed him, damn fat cat with his over inflated pockets ca n't spare a fiver. He deserved every drop of that spit. 
 
 She continued on, now singing some kind of desperate song with no words, until she smashed head on into the parking meter her blood shot eyes failed to see. As she lay there sobbing, she had a moment of clarity. 
 
 `` Tomorrow I'll face the evening straight.'' 
 
 But deep down she knew that was a lie.
