I'm babababababack, baby! The name's Dr. Rockzo the Rock n' Roll Clown! And I DOOOOOOO COCAINE!
—Leonard "Dr. Rockzo" Rockstein, Metalocalypse
In a rehab facility in Malibu somewhere, international treasure Liza Minnelli will stand up in front of a group of people and say, "My name is Liza with a Z and I’m alcoholic," before she gets up on a chair and does a few minutes of "Mein Herr." (This is how it happens in my head)
She sighed. There was nothing much to do except wait. And play another solo game. And eat, if she thought she could stomach what this place called food, probably just nachos and hot dogs.
There were three guys at the bar, and each had a stein of beer in his hand. She looked at them a long, long moment.
It was awfully hard for even a place like this to screw up beer.
A voice inside her told her to get out, don't even go there, don't even think about it, don't justify what the Avengers thought of her, don't let Mom and Daddy down.
Another voice said that it was just beer, that she could keep it within her limit, that she knew how to drink like a lady, she wasn't a kid anymore, for cripes' sake, and beer would be the only thing that could make this place bearable while she was waiting for Logan the Late.
She tipped the scales. Still holding the cue, Carol stepped hesitantly in the direction of the bar. The steps got a little bit easier as she kept taking them.
There were three guys at the bar, and each had a stein of beer in his hand. She looked at them a long, long moment.
It was awfully hard for even a place like this to screw up beer.
A voice inside her told her to get out, don't even go there, don't even think about it, don't justify what the Avengers thought of her, don't let Mom and Daddy down.
Another voice said that it was just beer, that she could keep it within her limit, that she knew how to drink like a lady, she wasn't a kid anymore, for cripes' sake, and beer would be the only thing that could make this place bearable while she was waiting for Logan the Late.
She tipped the scales. Still holding the cue, Carol stepped hesitantly in the direction of the bar. The steps got a little bit easier as she kept taking them.
Out of all drug addicts I knew — and believe me, there were a lot of them — most went back to their old ways the moment they set foot on the neighborhood.
