"Yeah," Mick responded, even though it took more resolve than he would have liked. You had to start small. Seconds to minutes to hours to day. If he could just hold out for now then maybe he'd eventually get back to a state where things were more manageable. "I'm good."
He finally downed his shot and signaled to the bartender for a refill. Mick didn't have any strong feelings when it came to strangers in bars. If he didn't feel like talking, he brooded. If he felt like being social, he talked, the same went if he wanted to try for some female companionship. Right now, a bit of discussion might be enough of a distraction to get his mind of things.
"You get caught up in that television bullshit too?"