The rum is strong, but the pain...

He sat there knowing he'd eventually have to tell her that he'd be working the next day. Apparently the goverment is more important.
He sipped his rum slowly, savouring the sweetness. ''Shit'' he thought, ''I haven't eaten in three days, this rum is going to hit me hard''
he took another swig of the poison. ''I may as well be drunk when I tell her, its not like I can do any worse''