C20 CHAPTER NINETEEN

I NEED A DRINK

As i stepped out of the house, i sadly walked over to my car and decided to go to a bar to get a drink to clear my mind.

As I entered the dimly lit bar, the aroma of whiskey mixed with cigarette smoke enveloped me, drowning out the noise of clinking glasses and murmured conversations. I sought solace in the familiar embrace of the worn leather barstool