Two days later, we were back to recording and Christmas was around the corner.
Casey and I had been speaking less and spending less time together since the night before Thanksgiving. And he had taken to drinking more, as well as popping more pills than ever before. I didn’t even know what he was taking, but it made him act like he was in a fog. We could barely understand him when he spoke.
A few weeks before Christmas, we were back in the hotel room after a long day. Casey was passed out on the couch, snoring lightly, his flask in his hand. Levi and I were watching TV while Kennedy was on her laptop, earbuds in and tuned out from the world.
“He’s an alcoholic.”
I turned to Levi, surprised. “Well, I mean…I guess I know that.”
“No. There’s no guessing. He’s addicted to alcohol. And he’s
