I was sitting in my house for two months staring at the walls and watching an ungodly amount of Netflix. My brain probably turned into mush. Not being able to go do shit and see my friends or my family was really, really not good. I started drinking way more than I normally do. I usually drink a beer when I get home from work. But, I mean, it was bad news. My roommate and I were going through a handle of vodka every week; we became regulars at the Sam’s Club liquor store. It was no bueno.