Waking up in my bed, I turned my head to the window and felt the sun slide across my face. A warm smile crept to my lips, and I turned to roll out of bed. Odd that I felt so well, after the late night of drinking by myself at O'Harleys should have left me incapacitated with a massive hangover. Reaching over to put on my shoes, I fell out of the bed and collapsed in a pile of dirty clothes and beer bottles. It was then that I realized that I was still drunk, and the hangover had not yet reached me. This had not been the first time I had found myself in this situation, and the best way to deal with it is to keep drinking, so that I could function for the rest of the day. Let the future Cole deal with the pain that would come from a bender of this magnitude.
After finally tying my boots and finding my coat, I wandered on down to O'Harley's yet again. Being my main source of alcohol in the town, I found my self more and more frequently at O'Harley's as my attempts to reach Winsley went further and further south. Not an issue if you asked me, and as an added bonus I was beginning to know the bartender pretty well. Stepping out of Dreamwood Terrace, I turned down Main St. and noticed that the pot hole had grown in size. I noticed this because I tripped into it again. However, I picked myself up and headed to my destination. While winding through the streets, I noticed a blue sedan seemed to be taking all of the turns with me. Probably nothing, but one can never be too sure.
After reaching the bar, I picked a spot right by the window and people watched as I enjoyed my pint. There seemed to be a commotion down on Herbert Johnson Road, so I talked to Rick and he told me the details, something about a man jumping off the building. We debated the topic, whether giving up was even an option when it comes to life, and I scared him off when I reached shouting level. Looking back out the window and letting the cool beer quench my anger, I saw the same depressing man I met the other day walk by. He yet again seemed stuck in the same funk he was in, but that didn't surprise me. Following him was a man I had not yet met, but it seemed that he was trying not to be seen by the funk-man. He came into the bar, looked around, and picked the spot opposite of me at the window. Introducing himself as Kaden, we talked about the man on the roof, himself, myself, and our stories. He was a pretty sweet guy, and we got along well. That may have been because of the many many beers I had consumed by this point, but what does it matter. We both enjoyed ourselves.
Kaden eventually excused himself, and I was left yet again alone with my beer. While continuing my day and afternoon of excessive drinking, I found myself angrier and angrier at the situation I was in. Why was it up to me to deal with the obtuse bitch who wouldn't listen to reason? Why did my brother pick me care for this child who I had never met? Why was I so bad at trying to reach my goals? As I questioned life, I drank more and more until I had reached a new level of drunk. I was feeling so drunk that my vision swayed, my balance was off, but I was thinking clearer than ever.
It was night now, and I needed to go home before I really did some damage to myself or someone else. Walking down the street, I noticed the large hole in the ground coming up on my left. I had always wondered what was up with it, but I got the idea that no one really knew abut it either. But what I saw that spiked my interest more was the person walking up the road towards me. It was a woman, and as long as my drunken vision didn't lie to me, it was that god forsaken beast of a woman who was in charge of my child. The thought crossed my mind how I had never learned her name. A second thought crossed my mind, that I could get rid of all my problems here and now. My day had consisted of telling myself how horrible my situation was, and how I was such shit at solving it. But that could all change now.
With a primal yell, I charged at the woman and shoved her right into the hole. I heard her scream as she fell and I shouted "Winsley is mine!" after her tumbling body. A smile for the second time that day slid across my face with my deed done. My life was going to be a lot easier now without her to fuck with me.