The End

The drunken man swayed at the bar, ‘is this real?’ he stretched his hands out to imply the surrounding reality he existed in and pondered. He had stood away from it for too long and it had become a stranger. He dropped his glass and it smashed. It did smash. There’s that bit. Here I am aswell, hang on is this is a piece of paper!? It was over. Nothing left to think about, it was a piece of paper, and it was happy with that.

The End