He hustled past the crowd. With his mind spewing a smoking rage of destruction.
I had to do it.
A few elbows later, the bar was reached. He adjusts himself clumsily onto the high seat. Looks around at the bartender through the veil of bloodshot eyes.
Scotch. Been eons, the last time he felt liquor.
I had to do it.It felt warm as it entered the esophagus. Moments of the past hour suddenly whizzed past him. Flashes of his evil side.
I guess I had to do it.
He was rotating in a whirl of emotions. The peg after the gulp. Golden. Loud music. Anger.
In a flicker, he gulped the waiting element. Every drop. Accompanying it was a deep stir somewhere within him.
I dunno if I should have done that
The eyes kept getting redder.
One more. Clutching his hair, he bent down over the table. A small tear disturbed the surface. The peg came. The gulp overcome as it came.
One more.
What have I done?The tears flew a lot more faster. More disturbances.
One more.WHAT HAVE I DONE?Behind him, the world carried on. Basking in their own mistakes.
Labels: Mistake, Pub, Remorse, Scotch