Desparation

I was in line at the ABC store last night, feeling stressed out but thankful that they were still open. The person in front of me in line was a skinny old man with white hair, a white beard, a solid red oversized t-shirt, jean shorts that were perhaps a little too short, tube socks, and old sneakers. I could tell this old man was pretty hard up when I saw him shaking so badly that he barely managed to count out the $5.80 to pay for his pint of Aristocrat vodka and two Evan Williams miniatures. As I watched him fumble around in his billfold for what seemed like minutes, I glanced down at my bottle of Dewars White Label and couldn't help but think to myself, "I'm spending entirely too much to get drunk on a Tuesday night."