That day he got out six cans of beer and placed them on the coffee table in front of the chair he always sat in. Only one can was open. The five he would drink after this.

There was no plan for the day other than sitting there drinking until he forgot about the girl who had got carted away by that ambulance. There was never any plan these days for him. Just passing each 24 hours, his bones becoming even more rickety.

This is how life ends, he thought to himself. He had known some people back then, back when he was young who said this is how life ended. He had never thought it would happen to him. but here he was now, at life's end.

Teh first can was nearly empty now. There was a sip left in it still, but he grabbed the second can and snapped it open. This late in your 

life

 sometimes it didn't hurt to be wasteful. Plus he really wanted to get through the six beers. And if he drank them all, he didn't know if he could manage to down all six.