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How pathetic he must have looked.
A grown man- halved in consciousness and reduced to the sorry mess slumped over the cold countertop with his twitching fingers wrapped loosely around the neck of a bottle. Its contents had been drained, burning his throat on the way down. Now, jagged edges replaced the bottom, cracks snaked up the flat sides underneath the black label, and shards of it glittered among puddles of liquor on the linoleum floor underneath cheap fluorescent lighting. It was fractured and bled dry, only a worthless piece of trash in light of its former appeal of smooth glass and rich amber liquid.
Tremors ran throughout his shoulders and his arms, pulling muscles into tight spasms, and his chest felt hollow. His heart, what remained of it, raced furiously at what seemed like a thousand beats per minute. It cost good money to delve back into the deplorable world of bleached white powder and filthy junkies.
Welcome back, we missed you.
Dull teeth grinded firmly together beyond his control as bloodshot eyes crawled to the sight of a twenty dollar bill sitting across the counter, unfurled now from its tightly rolled passage. The simple white line-and-a-half that remained seemed so enormous when it was inches away and leveled with his vision. The perspective made them look like pure, snowy dunes and each stray granule was a fallen star come to rest on a solid black mirrored lake.
