The Man That Drinks

another vignette from freshman year's multi-genre project

It's freezing outside, snow is falling forming a sparkling white blanket on the ground. Then, he steps out of the house, wearing the same boxer shorts as always, his ratty tennis shoes are untied and he's not wearing socks or a shirt. He never does. He stumbles off the porch into the front yard, tripping over nothing and falling onto his face. He says nothing as he throws his empty beer bottle to the side and crawls to the newspaper on his driveway.

 

The man isn't very old, yet he looks to be in his fifties. He has spent much of his life drinking. He drinks as though he doesn't want to remember, as though he just wants to forget. He is drinking so he doesn't have to relive the pain of his past in the future. But, at the rate he's going, he has no future.

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[Breezie Kae]

You stole my drunk! XD