Hank chugged his bottle of beer and belched obnoxiously. He then threw it on the floor and sighed. The house reeked of booze and his dog, Sumo, was laying at his feet and whining. Hank paid no attention to Sumo, too drunk to notice his presence. The house was a mess and the dishes were piling up in the sink. Multiple torn trash bags laid in the corner of the room and it was practically impossible to not trip over all of the beer bottles laying on the floor.

“One day this will all be over…”