For lent, Calvin gave up all things 'fun', including drinking. He kept telling me, before lent, that he didn't know how he was going to cope without his vices because people are full of sh*t out there. As someone who doesn't take/do any of the things he was about to give up, I would encourage him and tell him he would make it. It was only going to be for forty days, after all; not his entire life. He was really psyching himself up. I had never seen that side of him before. I began to wonder how much he was dependent on this 'stuff' on his day to day life. Of course, I didn't want to ask, but I had to wonder! Lent came and, on day one, I was at my place. I received a call from Calvin telling me that he was struggling.