Chapter 1
aim : to write a piece OR DESCRIBE slow destruction
his clock watches by as he comes home late with a hangover caused by the fusion of his bad feelings made into a poison for his heart. jameson irish whiskey .
the clock sees him as he comes in the living room, which ironically has been dead since the last night witnessing a similar situation but more aggressive . he lays down at the foot of the sofa unable to even take a step further and lie down on it. as he falls down near the sofa thinking bout how his life has lost balance , crying his way to sleep . sleep is the only time he doesnt harm himself or his health while still coping with his life, he sleeps through till something wakes him up . he wakes up forgets to brush his teeth, drink water or wash his face. he goes straight to his bedroom which he barely uses due to being unable to reach in his conditions with which he greets the house . there he opens the drawer filled with uncountable cash, or maybe uncountable to him, him who has given away his mind abilities to the tragedy . everyday he picks out some printed currency from it and goes into the outer world . one must wonder why is there so much money just kept in an unprotected drawer , but one must see who we're dealing with , the one who has his care ripped off by the world , he woudlnt mind if the world takes away his life the same way tommorow. the only thing keeping him alive is the booze and bettings . thats all he does , the small desire of winning 300$ on a random afternoon so he could buy more booze without going home to get more money keeps him going through the day. sleep gets through the night and the cycle repeats .
