Jeffrey walked into the bar and slumped down on the stool. He ordered his usual stiff whisky and waited for the barmaid to do her job. Even her arse was not enough to widen up his eyes, but then again she was getting on and the size a heavy weight champion. He couldn’t even purve on women anymore. They just had no effect on him anymore.
Drowning his sorrows he stared out on the place observing everyone eels, wondering what it would be like to be them. With a sigh he swirled the remainder of his drink around his rose tinted glass. The little steam of light that entered this damp depressing room caught the rim and began to dance around the room as he twirled the glass in hand. Reminding him of the crystal toy he used to play with. This instrument used to be the main ingredients to his physic kit, the month he wanted to read peoples minds as a profession, later followed by astronaut, policeman, a bin man, a hippy and a employer at a chocolate factory. But this was a lifetime ago. Back then throughout high school everyone thought he would be the high flier of the family, top grades in everything he put his hand to. Popular to boot and knew his own mind. If only they could see him now, flopped on a broken bar stool, welded together with gather tape, cradling his drink, like the child he never had. In his head he can see where it all went wrong.
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