Around campus and along the main strip. The early part of the day when he could nurse a
coffee
were his favorite part. Once the sun started going down feelings grew heavier within him. Have to find someplace that he can call... he wouldn't dare use the H word.
$410 a month not including utilities, and it felt the furthest thing from Home. How could you even find that here? in a place where everybody stayed max five years. Funny thing was home wasn't even what he had come looking for. He'd come looking for something else and was left wanting for home.
Winters felt heavier. Days passed quick. Night appeared like a shapeless assassin holding a sanitized blade. It was beautiful though. That low evening sun, across cloudy winter sky. The kind of beautiful that made you really wish for simpler times. Just having hot cocoa next to his mom, talking about things he considered nonsensical back then.
This had to be the feeling he was chasing when he reached out to see if anybody in his network was down for a drink. He didn't even want to get drunk, but wanted to have a
beer
or
whiskey
with somebody. This is probably how he became an alcoholic.
