03-17-2008, 05:24 PM
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Endymion.
indent Addiction was a disease. He knew that as well as he knew that he was never going to be able to crawl out of the bottle. Alcoholics rarely ever do, not completely. Still, it was better, he reasoned, to go to the bottle then the needle. At least this way, he could tell where his limit was. He knew when to drop it and run for fear of what he might do. It was a parabola and a terrible one indeed. Still, these things gave him a bittersweet comfort.
indent He was in a bar, bent over a pool table. The bottle at his left was half-empty wine. In his left hand was a cigarette, burning as he positioned the stick towards the white ball. Pool had been a game he had learned in Europe, one that was perfect for long nights like this was proving to be. With a sudden movement of his left hand, the stick shot out and sent the white ball across the table with a crack. It struck a triangular pattern of striped and solid numbered balls that bounced around the bordered area, clattering together loudly. None fell into the holes, though, so the game was still afoot. Ahren inhaled on the cigarette and sighed, for no reason in particular.
indent Addiction was a disease. He knew that as well as he knew that he was never going to be able to crawl out of the bottle. Alcoholics rarely ever do, not completely. Still, it was better, he reasoned, to go to the bottle then the needle. At least this way, he could tell where his limit was. He knew when to drop it and run for fear of what he might do. It was a parabola and a terrible one indeed. Still, these things gave him a bittersweet comfort.
indent He was in a bar, bent over a pool table. The bottle at his left was half-empty wine. In his left hand was a cigarette, burning as he positioned the stick towards the white ball. Pool had been a game he had learned in Europe, one that was perfect for long nights like this was proving to be. With a sudden movement of his left hand, the stick shot out and sent the white ball across the table with a crack. It struck a triangular pattern of striped and solid numbered balls that bounced around the bordered area, clattering together loudly. None fell into the holes, though, so the game was still afoot. Ahren inhaled on the cigarette and sighed, for no reason in particular.