The alarm to wake him up for his part time job at McDonald's began blaring next to his bed. The thing was pretty much useless considering he was already awake 3 hours ago. That's when he started drinking.
The bedroom was filthy with liquor bottles all over the floor the bed was only half made with a couple pillows on the floor along with half the bed covers. There was the occasional bag of Doritos with roaches coming out.
Despite the low quality of life he had a smile on his face drinking a mix of vodka and sprite. He was lost in day dreams of what he once still had. Back when he had some pride and dignity left.
That smile quickly fell as he stopped daydreaming and looked around for the first time in a while. He saw the state of his life, he knew he was supposed to be at work, he knew he should try to get his life together, but that voice in his head came back again to remind him.
It's too late for that now drink another glass.
He downed his glass and poured more vodka drinking it strait this time. The glass was full.
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
Rent was due at the end of the week but he doesn't get paid till the week after. His car was broke down and with it his motivation broke down as well.
Gulp
Gulp
The damn glass was empty again. He wanted more. He needed more. He poured another glass just like before. No variation. It could be symbolic of how his life became after that day.
The memories were always fresh it was the day he lost everything. He was only a teen at the time in high school when one of the states most notorious serial killers took the lives of his closest family members. He had Basket ball practice at that time which was the only reason he didn't die in the arson that burned his house down with all members in it. All exits were blocked making sure nobody could escape. He was left alone and without a home. It just so happened that he was supposed to turn 18 the very next day. So who exactly would be taking him in. It definitely wasn't the government and he didn't exactly have any other close family members who were willing to take him in. The few that probably would have lived overseas or there was that one aunt he had that was still in prison for selling drugs. Something she had to do to pay the bills that month.
Honestly he didn't feel much sympathy for her looking back there were things she could have sold other than drugs like that Blow dryer that she used or some clothes she didn't wear. If she had to the flat screen TV also could have worked.
He couldn't act like he was much better. He made his own fair share of mistakes as well.
Since then it's been one mistake after another. Dropping out of high school was the first, there was a stint where he went to drugs to escape the pain. That was until he was caught and had to get clean to avoid a prison sentence. Despite getting clean from the worse drugs he basically just replaced one addiction with another when he became a smoker and a drinker. His physical health quickly went out the window. He was always short on breath and gained a lot of weight.
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
The glass was finished again. He poured another. This was his water now.
At some point he got a job at MC Donald's and stuck with it for some time falling into the same cycle. He hated his Co-workers they were always lazy or annoying, or in the few occasions where they were both lazy and annoying.
Gulp
Gulp
Before he could finish he felt vommit crawl up his throat. He tried to make it to bathroom by walking but kept stumbling before falling on the floor and vommiting all over the carpet.
He didn't quite make it to the bathroom in time. Did he really drink that much?
Deciding to clean it up later he quickly took a shower and streaked back into his room naked and still soaking wet. Jumping back in the bed he took the vodka bottle and looked at his near empty glass.
He topped it off again and began to drink again.
Then again, and again.
A few drinks later he fell in a sleep he never woke up from.