Smiley’s goal of sanity seemed insurmountable. The voices and visions that occupied his mind appeared to be invincible. Reality was a stranger he hadn’t met yet.
But slowly he chipped away. A therapist here, an epiphany there, and it all started to come together. The pills made him dull. The police visits became few. His parents stopped yelling.
A few months later he was normal and off probation. The world was steady beneath his feet.
Then, in the same night, at the same bar, in the same hour, he discovered Martha and tequila. Ah well, it was worth a try.