Aug 26, 2010 06:36
Walking to the nearest corner store for an overpriced pack of cigarettes, he stumbled forward on a familiar path. He had been this way before. As he came to the gas station, the early morning freight of beer was being unloaded off the semi. He passed the two men, not younger than himself; he stumbled on in for a pack of camels and a scratch ticket. On the way back out the door, one of the men looked up and said, "You can't live the dream forever." . He walked away and though, "If an early morning drunk with a pack of smokes is the dream, then I aint' doing so bad." Could be worse..I could be stacking beer...but that's another story.