I woke up early and twitched around a bit, and tried like hell to grab that extra patch of sleep I knew was lurking somewhere in my future. At that particular moment, I had been hoping it was in my future. I’m not so sure I have much of a future now, though. At the time, I just wanted to postpone that sudden drop into the pit of Hell—that daily excursion we call life.
You know, if you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and ask yourself what the hell happened to your life, then you’re probably walking in my shoes. They’re big shoes to fill. Not too many people can screw up a life like I’ve screwed up mine. Each morning I stand in the bathroom tightly gripping the counter so I don’t fall over, looking into those bloodshot brown eyes staring back at me from that piece of glass anchored to the wall above the washbasin. And every morning, I’m amazed that a waste of good space like me can make it this far down the road of existence. Continue reading