It was late or maybe it wasn't but he had started very early. The new year was already causing problems. Another year had passed and another list had to be published with good intentions or whether joining AA wasn't bad enough.
Whiskey or Rum or would you rather have beer? What did it matter a mix was also good after all it all ended up in the same stomach.
Alone at his desk he passed the time one bottle after another disappeared down his throat. Why fill another glass that would only cause more dishes to be washed.
He put the bottle to his mouth, swallowed and thought that the world wasn't so bad if he could at least get really drunk one last time.
His phone buzzed, was that his buddy who had to take care of him when he felt the urge to drink? His phone screen remained dark, just one more sip. Strange, there was a little alien, was that guy drunk? What was lying there next to him? Blood, vomit or?
Just one more sip. When his head sank onto the table he finally felt warm. The hood pulled over his head kept his ears warm. He could vaguely hear the beeping and squeaking but who or what it was no longer mattered to him.
Are you sure, asked one alien as he looked at the man who had succumbed to the alcohol.
The other nodded.
In a flash they were gone all that was left were the opened bottle and the remains of the alien who they would rather be rid of.
4.1.25
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