When I was in the depth’s of my disease, a typical morning started with a big swig of vodka within the first minute of waking. I mean, it was automatic, like someone else might put on coffee or light a cigarette. That was assuming I had not been too greedy with the night before’s supply. Sometimes my morning would quickly turn into a full blown panic attack. Finding that the bottle hidden the night before had only drops in it. I’d run some tap water into the bottle, swish it around, and maybe chase it with some cough syrup or scope; in hopes that I might feel any calming effect. And as any alcoholic knows, that’s not really going to do the trick.
I can remember that panic vividly, and was 
recently triggered to remember again while watching the horror flick Constantine. The movie features an supporting character named aptly Father Hennessy. Father H is a priest, who can communicate with the dead, and to block out the voices of the damned he drinks (don’t we all) a lot.
In the movie he visits a morgue to do what he does, and immediately is in great need of liquor. He quickly pulls out his handy coat pocket flask and turns it up. To his surprise , nothing comes out. As he pitches it to the floor, the camera pan’s down and reveals it spilling out it’s contents in full. One of satan’s minions is toying wit
h him. In terror he makes a b-line out of the morgue and straight to the nearest convenience store. Grabbing bottle after bottle with the same result, at least in his mind, that the alcohol refuses to flow. We can see that he is in fact quickly drinking himself to death. Anyone who has made that mad dash for alcohol to quell the DT’s knows that dreaded feeling. The scene is the alcoholic’s equivalent of being stranded on a life raft in the sea – water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.
I highly recommend the movie if you think you’d like 
a hero that carry’s Holy Brass Knuckles. It’s got awesome special effects, great characters and a very satisfying story in my opinion. Whoever came up with the death scene for Father Hennessy, knew how to push my buttons. Luckily that nightmare is not one I have in real life anymore.
