Alex in hard times.
Alex never had a career.
Good at a lot.
Owned several businesses.
The gift of charm the gift of gab,,
So me, a psychopath introvert, deep friends with a popular bartender, an extrovert.
Funny thing is..
He came to resent it.
Came to despise the happy drunks and despised being one of them.
Plenty of girls, plenty of buds, plenty of drinks and good times..
But In the quiet hours,,
He hates it
Hates his path.
Hates the fact that he drinks every day, hates the fact that he has no money.
Hates the fake friends.
Bunch of fakeys.
There is no sad story that is unique. There is no rock bottom that is beneath someone else’s rock bottom.
I did the opposite of what he did.
I leaned into solo work, isolation,hotel life.
Still struggle.
Not with the surface stuff,but with the point…
Hung out with my gamer friend in Canada on them there internets.
We talk about a lot.
She’s a nice person.
That’s pleasant.
Who says it’s a waste?
Pointless, the whole thing is pointless,but not a waste..
When you’re at the end, you hope to be in a position of gratitude, not in a position of fear
dawn 