...maybe it is time i take up alcohol
he laid in bed, eyes shut, for five straight hours, unsure if he wanted to sleep or float away. Then it hit him: he was 30 years old. The words were like a pair of lead dice that rolled inside his skull, forcing his head to tilt and shake. The dice finally settled before his thoughts focused on a new insult and now all he could think about was the next ten lonely years and how much quicker they will pass than the last. His seventh worst nightmare had come true and his sixth was practically around the corner.