Friday, 5 October 2012
A problem solved
I stared long and hard at the wretch before me.
The watery, bloodshot eyes stared back.
I took in the scarlet cheeks, the purple-veined nose and the drawn expression. The look of depression, depravation, addiction and despair.
A face that said it had given up, accepted its lot, and in its alcohol-addled logic had stupidly decided that its state of health and state of affairs weren't too bad.
“You really need to give up drinking.” I said.
We both nodded together at the wisdom of these words.
“You're a wreck, and I'm sick of telling you that you need to do something about it.”
Again we nodded in unison, there was such an undeniable truth here.
“Make this the last time we have this conversation, and tomorrow DO something about it!”
Again the nod.
I turned away from my reflection and staggered to the chair, sat down heavily.
I picked up the glass of JD, raised it in the air. “ Here's to tomorrow, the day I'm gonna DO something about this state of affairs.”
I brought the glass to my lips and took a heavy slug. Felt the liquid burn its way down.
Yeah, tomorrow I would do something about it alright, the first thing in the afternoon when I wake up I'm gonna throw that goddam mirror in the bin.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.