"The Alice That Lives Inside All of Us"
What made her do it? What made her take all her pretty things and smash them to pieces? What made her leave her beautiful toys out in the rain to rust? Alice spent the last few months and the last few gallons of bourbon learning that walking the streets of someone else's city at two in the morning is maybe not the best way to find the answer. Sometimes when you've got everything in the world, you find yourself carefully crafting ways to get rid of it.